We weren’t really bad kids, just mischievous. Probably normal for our age and backgrounds. Our families were not rich or poor. Probably lower middle...class. Times were good and Eisenhower was President. Ah, the 1950s, I remember those times so fondly. But we grew up.Mikey got recruited to play football at a small college in Eastern, Ohio and I got drafted. It was the first time I could remember being separated from Mikey. He was at Muskingum College in Concord, Ohio and I was at Fort Hood,. The “If only” in life lies scattered everywhere. If only I had done this instead of that. If only I had left the house five minutes later. If only I had bought Google instead of Citibank. If only I had kept my mouth shut. If only I had been born rich. You get it right? Pretty much everyone has his or her own “If only” list. For most of us the list is pretty fucking long. At sixteen we all dream of our first love and I was like that. I daydreamed all the time, especially about sex and love. I. I finally gave up my assault on her second toe and moved on to the third. I had swirled my tongue between her toes twice, when she let her foot drop and began vigorously rubbing my cock, still in my underwear. She was not experienced in footjobs, nor teasing with her feet. Instead of constant motion, she was more stepping on my cock with varying pressure as she played with herself. It was almost better than a footjob. Almost.There's worshipping feet, then there's worshipping. I gave her fourth. He stopped, unsure of what he heard. The passion overtook Sherri as she grabbed him by the shirt and looked into his eyes. “Fuck me!” she demanded. He climbed on top of her, only a vague idea of what he was supposed to do, an obvious virgin. Her hips moved upward, wanting his cock, moaning in sweet expectation. Knowing only what he as heard from others and the odd picture, he moved his young hard sensitive cock toward her wetness and pushed it in part way. As he felt her pussy clamp around his.