He looked intimidating he was tall, had black hair (skinhead) and was well built. I despised this asshole he would always call me “ginger” and sla... me on the back of the head. The only thing I had over him was intelligence; he was a retard and would only be in school twice a week as the other 3 days he went out with his uncle to help re furbish houses around the local area, it was part of his course. Every time I walked pass him he was bragging to his friends about how he fucked all these. She refrained from making any gesture suggesting she was sore. Bob leaned next to her and whispered, “I’ll rub it and make it feel better.”She giggled at the suggestion. Aloud, she asked, “So Ed, when will you start cooking?”“Right now,” answered Ed pointing to a large grill made out of a fifty-five gallon drum that had been cut in half. Walt had filled it with cactus woods since Ed never used charcoal. Going over to the grill, Ed lit the fire and said, “It’ll take a while before we have coals. MY COCK WAS STILL PROTUDING FROM MY PANTS SO I TOOK HER HAND AND WRAPPED IT AROUND MY NOW FULLY ERECT COCK.SHE STILL HADN'T LOOKED ME IN THE FACE SO I PUT MY HAND UNDER HER CHIN AND LIFTED HER HEAD UP TOWARDS ME AND I LEANT DOWN AND KISSED HER. THERE WAS NO RESPONSE AT FIRST BUT AS MY TONGUE SQUEEZED BETWEEN HER TEETH I COULD FEEL HER STARTING TO PANT.I KEPT KISSING HER AS I UNBUTTONED HER BLOUSE AND RAN MY HANDS OVER HER SMALL FIRM BREASTS.I COULD FEEL HER TAKE A FIRMER GRIB ON MY COCK NOW SO. Then it was her turn to wash me. She started at my feet and worked up to my cock, as she washed my cock she never lost eye contact with me. Of course it started to get hard. She washed my chest and back, then got the shampoo and washed my hair. Then she rinsed me off. She started to stroke my cock which was still semi-hard from her washing it. She got down on her knee’s grabbed my cock and looked me straight in the eyes. “It has been a real long time since I have done this, I hope I do it.