“Looks good huh”? I respond, teasingly. Putting on the chest protector, I skipped the jersey—about to get wet and muddy anyway. I slide my big ...ss size 12 jock feet into the Alpinestars--$700 Italian moto boots, and just smile, thinking to myself how lucky I have been to have all this stuff. With the three of us now geared up, we fire up the bikes, now waking everyone that was asleep, lol, and head for the field. As expected, it was sloppy as a well used ass. Slippin and slidin was about all. My uncle then stood and removed his pants and told me to get onto the bed. He reached out to me and positioned me on my hands and knees. He pushed me down onto my arms and my butt up high. I felt the bed move as he got on and then felt him crawl up behind me and suddenly his tongue was in my wet pussy, that’s what my adult lovers called it. Oh did it feel so good as he licked and pushed his tongue inside me. I really loved that feeling of his tongue against that sensitive and so private place. With the surrounding area included, we were a community of about 25,000. Dave, the buddy I mentioned, lived with his wife, Chloe, in the countryside just outside of town. As he knew I had just gone through a rather painful breakup, Dave insisted I stop sulking and come to his party. Arriving at the party, I walked on in and found Dave standing in the kitchen. I handed him a bottle of Cabernet from the Country Crest Winery in Washington, an award winning vintage of moderate price. He set it. “Let me make sure all the sand is off,” she said as she ran her hands up and down my spine, eliciting chills. After several passes, her hands were at the small of my back, and lightly caressing my side. I shivered and bit my lip to not moan at her touch. The last thing I wanted was to have my new friend think I was a perv, so I reached forward to rest my hands on the wall in front of me, and leaned forward slightly as I bit my lip. She then blew my mind when she reached around to my front, and.