I was the same, jeans, work boots, flannel shirts, though had a softer side, wanted to design, loved reading, and liked other boys like me. One Saturd...y, had to help on one of my father’s construction sites, a cold Spring day, and I dressed for it, except I put on a sexy pair of panties, red with lace under my tight well-worn jeans, kindof a rebellion stage, all the construction workers around , maybe hoping for…At days end, though all were gone, and I tucked in behind a loader to take a. She felt the warmth of Mike’s hands, as they moved over her clothed body. Her body yearned for his hands to cover her with that warmth. He reached down, grabbed her shirt where it tucked into her jeans and pulled it out of them. He moved to the top of the shirt, just below her neck and unbuttoned the first button. Her breath caught in a gasp, as she felt his hand in her cleavage. The tingle in her womanhood turned into a spark, igniting the small fire of desire there. His hands moved slowly. She wanted physical satiation without emotional ties. An arrangement like that was not easy to find. How did a married woman go out and pick up a man for sex without complications? Why, the solution was obvious. All one had to do was go to the places where men went to find women! There were plenty of low bars in town that no respectable woman would be seen dead in, when men went looking for exactly the kind of sexual arrangement that Jennifer had in mind far herself. What a handy solution to a. It didnt matter my pussy held on tight...it was a banana. Some one began to prime my ass with spit and inserted two three fingers to spread the tight hole open.i felt a cock slide in, then another....and they began ramming my asshole hard...two cocks in my ass and a banana in my pussy, a cock in my mouth and one in each hand...damn.....what fun..I dont know when i changed positions or which cock i had in my ass next but there was always one or two in my pussy or asshole at the same time. AS.