Brass balls.The finger drags backward, half an inch off-target and rubs back and forth in a gentle taunt. I risk tilting back a little more. Again, th... probing retreats to compensate for my motion.Without warning, it penetrates me and stirs like the spindle of a frappe machine. It's all I can do to keep my fucking legs from buckling."Come on over, Reid," shouts a teammate, shattering my impaled daze. "We've got a surprise for you both."I steel myself for the frustration of withdrawal--hell, it. Like go to the shops, bring back a paper bag of shopping etc. Thanks to my brother, my dream came true. As I was small they had me perched on the tank of the bike not the rear. It was such a buzz, I mentioned it the next day at school at show and tell. It was my daily ritual as a five to six year old, to hang outside the clubhouse, and hope to get a ride. Some days I got my wish, but other days I just got a wave. By the time I was eight I was getting rides on the rear of the bikes and hugging. ..", she softly whispered. My tongue flicked in and out of her orifice, while my hands moved to her anus and began to do the same work she so graciously did on me. I loved everything about her pussy...the way it smelled, the way it tasted, the way it felt in my mouth. I loved it all and I loved this girl.I slowly worked both my tongue in her vagina and my fingers in her ass, listening to her pants and heavy breathing as I continued my pleasuring. She moved her hips in rhythm to my tongue so. Gasping, she touched the blooms and eagerly nudged her nose to them enjoying their refreshing smell,even in the mid afternoon.She paused,and continued her way through the deserted trail.Moments later of her journey,she found a river,and she was tempted to get a dip and stopped enjoyed the refreshing sight of its stillness.It looks pretty warm and inviting to get some dip.And it's been awhile since she had a swim in the river. Without any second thought,she stripped off her clothes and placed.