But looking into his eyes, I at the same time felt I could trust him. I nodded, “I will go with you,” I said. He helped me lock up my car ...nd walked me over to his bike. He handed me the spare helmet, helped do it up and then got on the bike. He took my hand, helping me on the bike. I climbed on; with my short skirt and the fact I had no panties my pussy was up against the leather of the seat. He started the bike and we pulled out on the highway. I had put my hands on his. I told her no problem and I do feel much better since at last in my life trusting someone enough to be hushed mouthed enough to tell things like that which went on while living on the farm.Even as I do now this many years later to tell it in writing if that’s a thing anymore, to have finally broken my chains that have bound me and dove into finally telling my story to you readers out there.I know one thing Patti wanted it after telling her the story she wanted exactly what I had gotten.Oh it. I just sat there paralyzed. Out came this giant, black prick. I am betting Jess's cock had to be at least nine inches in length. It was thick as well. I hadn't been with many guys in my nineteen years. That was easily the biggest cock I had ever seen. Jess brought that monster right up to my lips. He took hold of his dick and slapped it against my mouth.I knew he wanted me to part my lips, but I resisted. Jess reached out and put a hand on the back of my head. He pushed his prick hard against. So very gently I pulled my finger then my hand and looked at her.Her cute eyes wanted to eat me alive. I placed my forefinger wet with her juices in my mouth and sucked it like a baby. All this happened as she stood there with open jeans then placed the same finger at her lips. “Sharon, my slutty babe,” I whispered.She held my hand with both her arms and took the entire finger inside her mouth. She licked my finger like a slut and then asked me, “Happy now?” I moved forward and kissed her.