All her life, Grace had considered herself an ugly duckling. By the age of 12, she was already 5’8′ and had not yet attained her full height of 5�...�10’. She was odd looking and gawky, she wore braces on her teeth. No one paid much attention to Grace, so she immersed herself in her studies and became a Straight-A student. She had an early fascination with music and could play 3 instruments by the time she was 10, guitar, trumpet and piano. Her parents encouraged the piano, it was more feminine and. I had Dan my dads best friend trying to hug and kiss me, his hands groping my tight little boy ass whilst I pushed him off. Then once I had got him to leave me alone and got his drunken ass into the bathroom I bumped into Mark who was so big he just lifted me and pressed me against a wall saying he wanted a kiss.I begged him to leave me alone and managed to get out of his grip and run into my bedroom. I shoved my bed against the door and then flopped down onto the bed in just my towel and fell. As hot as this woman was her ex-boyfriend should have been castrated with a dull butter knife for treating her the way he did. She was hot, she loved to fuck, she wanted to fuck and she wasn’t afraid to let the world know that she was getting fucked. She was loudly grunting, groaning, moaning, squealing and begging to get fucked. It was a good thing I didn’t have any close neighbors or they would have called the police because of the noise. “Oh fuck, please, fuck me with that thing please. Even for June it was damned hot and sweaty work. Hay stems and leaves stuck to his body inside his shirt, down to his waist; the rough stem sides of the bales abraded away his blue jeans, despite the short leather bale apron he wore as he gave each bale a "knee boost" to help lift it upward in a swinging arc to reach the waiting hay hook above him. His legs above the knees were red, raw and scratched. By day's end there would be deep scratches, some bleeding, and his blue jeans would be ruined..