I stayed at their countryside house, which had a lovely old barn where Mark and I would play, away from any prying eyes....it was innocent at first, b...t we soon began to grow curious, and would play 'doctor' up in the old hay loft. I wore my white cotton summer dress and he would lay me on a bale of hay and 'examine' me, pushing the hem of my dress up to expose my thighs and pantie covered pussy, and I remember feeling tingling spasms inside as he probed his fingers between my labia over my. That is until late in his life when his hiddendesires finally caught up to him, and changed his life forever. But let'sstart at the beginning to understand how this could happen.As a youngster growing up in the early 70's, he was not athletic, did not doespecially well in his class study, and from very early age, felt he wasalways looking up to everyone, especially the women in his life.He was after all, a poorly endowed male, and took a lot of pity from hismother and older sisters, but also . He stayed inside her enjoying the tightness of her young pussy. He then slowly started to fuck her pulling out most of the way out before sliding all of the way in. It wasn’t long before her screams of ecstasy filled the bus. His rhythmic pace driving her to climax over and over, until he couldn’t handle her tight young pussy anymore. His pace quickens and he starts slamming into her, the sounds of her ecstasy filling the bus. His own climax gets closer with every thrust until. "Sure, babe," I replied, for it was true."Well, something awful happened today and I know your are going to be mad," she said in a whisper."Ok," I said. "Tell me."She took a large gulp of her wine and then placed the glass back on the table."There was something in the mail today," she said. "A picture of me taken a long time ago. A picture that I didn't know about or even suspected. I was at this frat party and I got more than a little drunk." Ok, I get the picture," I said.Wrong choice of.