His eyes are a steely grey-blue color that seem extra bright in the sun. How had I missed those beautiful eyes until now? Eyes are usually the first...thing I notice on a hot guy. I'm a little frustrated that the baggy overalls keep me from getting any sort of glimpse of his lower half. I'm a pig at heart and I'm dying to see what is concealed beneath the denim. We stop abruptly and I almost lose my balance. I tighten my grip around his neck and instantly he pulls me close. If he didn't. Once I'd got them buttoned andzipped, however, it seemed they sat on me oddly. The hips felt tightand the belt seam hung open above, like the top of a too-full laundrybag.I returned to the dresser for my socks and pulled them on, the necks satbunched just below my knee. Mom had been buying me tube socks since myfirst growth spurt at thirteen, saying that I'd nickel and dime thefamily to death if she tried to keep up with me in fitted socks. Idragged my shoes out from under the bed. Like my. “I had a wonderful time today, Jacob. Kiss me?” Well, hell yes.We didn’t let it ramp up too much. I wasn’t going to try and feel her up on the front steps. It was sweet, though, and as I walked away from her door, I actually felt like the fifteen-year-old that I now was.The five of us had decided to still get together on Sunday afternoon to ‘study’ at Joan’s house, but after about half an hour, we put on a movie and just veg’d out. Joan’s mother helpfully brought in popcorn for us. She was. Still delightfully yummy, still huge. Though now I wasn't sucking or licking much, but just playing. I was getting hard again. Her tits were just so amazing. Difficult to even estimate their size i couldn't get enough of them. And Samantha liked it too. But finally I was ready. And she noticed. Samantha got up and motioned at the bed. I lay on my back, and she sat on her knees, her huge legs at my sides, trapping me. She kept the fluffy high heels, still. She mounted her soaking wet pussy on my.