"We don't do that part. I would never do that!" What do you do?" asked AJ. Gone was his reluctance to pry."We just rub each other, AJ, and that does t...e trick," explained the boy. "She rubs me until it squirts, and I rub her until she gets all wiggly and says to stop." Damn!" sighed AJ. He had a vision of that sweet young thing, naked, all wiggly while being rubbed. He felt his groin react, and pushed the thought away."We're not hurting anything," moaned Frank.It was at that point that AJ's own. Her name was Abigail Herron. She was eighteen years old, and was the daughter of one of the richest ranchers in that part of the country.At The Dance..."Randy," Abigail had whispered to the cowhand who was standing nearby—as she tried to make herself heard over the loud sounds of the lively dance music."Who is that tall lanky fellow over there dancing with Patricia Longmire? Is he someone new—I don't remember ever seeing him in town before?" she said."Someone told me he's the fellow that bought. I was never caught with anything on but I suspected that theymight have known something might have been out of place.Once I graduated from college and started in the working world, I met mywife Anne and I drifted away from dressing up. After a while the urgesstarted to come back. I resisted at first but it got too overwhelming, soI tried on a few of my wife's things when I had the opportunity. It soongot to the point where I was taking every advantage I could to slip on afew things and walk. Bolstered by the gulps of whiskey and my sudden aggression, I told the other boys, "Who ever swims the longest underwater, will go with me over there" and I pointed to a hut we all knew was deserted, "The winner shall see everything alone with me".I could feel my own sex rising as the heat within me now bolstered having my pussy touched and feeling one their cocks, I just wanted a winner and some time with him. The boys dove and swam and came back to the bridge, the winner clearly excited as I.