It was thick and had a serious left curve. With my shorts and underwear still pulled down to my ankles, I got down on my knees and leaned in towards h...s crotch. I grabbed that pretty caramel dick and sniffed it first and the masculine scent of it made my mouth water. I kissed it a few times and played with it in my hand, hoping that I was teasing him. I looked up to see he was looking directly down at me. “I like it sloppy,” he revealed. “Make it nasty, nigga.” I spit on his dick and then. Seeing a pair of foxes seemingly float across a recently harvested wheat field, or a Sparrow Hawk lazily circling above the stubble of a corn field, alert for careless field mice, were typical rewards for hours spent sitting quietly on grassy knolls.Our favorite spot was a cluster of huge rocks besides a pond in whose shade we spent a lot of time either whiling away the time or playing. A rusting barrel hoop nailed to a tree gave us a place to shoot a basketball. A cricket ball tossed onto the. I could feel my hard nipples pressing against the soft material of my T-shirt. The ache between my legs also begged for attention. A muffled cry bled from inside Tom’s headphones as on the small laptop screen the younger man came and ejaculated his seed over his stomach, causing the older man to also release himself, spraying the boy’s torso and face with his cum. I was then left to focus my attention solely on Tom, determined not to miss a thing. I held my breath and watched in anticipation;. But I’ve already had the best – and I don’t care to hunt up some male body just to handle my hormonal urges.”“See?” Murielle said to her twin. “She likes guys. We’d be safe with her!”“What?” Alicia asked, her eyebrows rising. “Is someone molesting you?”“Well,” Miranda replied, her voice sounding meaner. “Everyone has ideas. People look at us and think we’re Lisa’s and that we’re all sex crazy.“Well, she taught us a lot, especially about sex. Now, we’d like to learn something else – maybe.