All I could manage to say was, "really?" She then told me about how sometimes she would watch me cut grass in just my shorts, from her bedroom wind...w, and how when she did that her you know what would get wet and that she would fantasize about me and rub herself the entire time as I mowed my lawn. She said she had never seen a cock, but she could sometimes see the outline of mine in my shorts and that it turned her on. I couldn't believe that Natasha was being so open with me about her. We had justbought a bag and a six foot bong and were smoking it for the first time.We had no idea what to expect from the bong and my buddy, Ted,jokingly said to me 'Ryan if you can't take the whole bong you're a pussyand have to wear a bikini around the pool all day'.I laughed and responded 'okay, but if you can't you're a biggerpussy and have to wear a dress to the gas station to get us smokes '.So with our little bet we packed the bong and he went first. Iactually was surprised as the bong. Fuck me like a whore, like you wiped me at the party now." Without thinking, I grabbed it with my hand, rubbed it on her clit, which I saw so big for the first time, and without expecting it, I inserted it sharply and she shouted: "That's right ... I need it, to be fucked hard ". I don't remember how long I fucked her like that, but what I remember is that while I was fucking her in the very wet way she kept repeating: "she likes it so much, she likes it like that, don't stop ...". After a. You started to grind down against my finger, but I kept moving it just out of your reach. You wanted to feel my finger inside you so bad but I wanted you hotter. Much hotter. You reached down with your left hand and untied my pants so that you could feel my cock. You wanted it so bad. You unbuttoned my shirt and started on your own quest. You hated to stop me from sucking on your nipples but you wanted my cock in your mouth. You kissed and licked your way down my chest stopping to return.