Phir maine apna muh unki gardan ki taraf le gaya aur is tarah rakh diya ki meri sanse unki gardan do chuti rahe phir mai thodi der aise hi raha phir u...hone apna haath apna haath apni chut ki taraf badaya phir maine unkaHaath pakad liya unhone meri taraf dekha to maine unke lips par apne lips rakh diye apne ek haath unki T-shir me dal diya aur unke boobs dava diye aur unhone apna haath mere nikkar me dal diya aur underwear ke upar seHi lund ko sahalane lagi kya batau dosto mujhe kitna maja aa. Ivy pretended not to be interested but she found herself getting into a discussion about the kitchen garden. She smiled to herself, now that she knew her mechanical problem wasn’t too serious she decided this was a lovely place to be broken down. She was happy to be spending a few days pickling walnuts. Until her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a cool, arrogant voice. ‘What are you doing up there?’ There were two men on horseback directly underneath the tree she was perched in Ivy pulled. But, sadly, this isn’t the case. I’ve dated a couple of guys my age and I didn’t really care for the experience. “Experience” being the key word here. Guys my age have none. No experience and no appreciation. I’ll explain what I mean. The last time I dated someone close to my age I decided ... surprise surprise ... that I’d give him head. Good times, right? About 2 minutes in I looked up at him. And he was texting someone. Texting. While his fireman went through the car wash. I know, right?. The three of them was heading back in my direction when one of them reached down and jerked the sheet up. I think we scared each other cause we both yelled at the same time. The three of them pulled my naked ass from my hiding place 'see I told you the bitch was as naked as a new born baby. Boy how old are you,' I looked fearfully at that old bastard and told him 'I'm s*******n, y'all better let me go or I'll tell.' The old bastard grinned at me and told his friends y'all know the age of.