Diese Jahr war es soweit. Ich war endlich achtzehn. Die Vorschriften meiner Eltern waren mir egal. Ich wollte eine von ihnen sein. Eine Halloweenbitch...und mit den angesagten Mädels abhängen! Ein Typ schlenderte auf mich zu. Greg Wodkins. Ich kannte den Mann gut. Ein guter Freund von meinem Dad. Verheiratet, zwei Söhne in meiner Altersklasse. Meine Nippel richteten sich bei seinem Anblick auf.Greg trug keinen seiner grauen Maßanzüge. Sein gut proportionierter Astralbody steckte in einer. I spent most of the time engaging the younger woman in conversation. That is until Deacon realized that I had things a bit wrong.The women had gone to the ladies room in a pack, as women mostly did in those days. "David, Tommie is my lady friend. Selma is her aunt. I thought you might enjoy a real conversation for a change. So be nice and pay her some attention."I tried to look as thought I wasn't dumbfounded. I nodded. It was the best I could do. I made a plan then to have the steak and a beer. “He’s getting older.”“He’s just turned nine today and she’s just seven,” Elva laughed as she added a bit more flour to the dough; it was still sticking slightly to the counter. “They’re still too young for that sort of thing, though I’ve oft seen the wheel’s turning in your daughter’s pretty, little head.”“Oh?” Ardt asked, blinking his eyes as he caught up to the conversation. He frowned for a moment and then shrugged; his wife seemed to have this in hand – but he was concerned. He didn’t. ..no condom * i blush hard*Stranger: i thought you'd never ask ;)You: * i get up and kneel between your legs, already rock hard again, i lean over you pushing my cock righ tot the lips of your pussy* ready?Stranger: mhmmmm, *i say, laying with my hands at either side of me head, closing my eyes, ready for the magic* fast and rough, that's how i like itStranger: thrust that bad boy in there, fast and hard,Stranger: hear me scream with pain and pleasureYou: *slowly slide my self in you feel.