Nevertheless, we had a connection of sorts. One evening after a movie, she was going through my small library and pulled out my rare copy of Story of ...O'. "What's this"? she asked. I suggested she read it & find out. When she left, she took it with her.Two weeks later, we were out for dinner. "About that book", she said, "is that what you're into"? I told her I resented the question, and by no means was I going to be put in a position to explain myself. She said she was sorry, and didn't mean. Toh wo boli ki phir kyu kah rahe ho ki tumne unhe satisfy kiya hai …….mujhe thora gussa ayaa meine msg karna band kar diya ……wo roj msg karti thi mein reply nahi deta tha ….Phir ek din wo boli mujhe milna hai …meine kaha thik hai ….hum dono ek garden mein mile ….wo mast lag rahi thi ….yaro usne top n skirt pehna tha aur uski skirt knee ke upar tak thi …..mein toh dang reh gaya uske waxed legs ko dekh ke ……wo mere pas ayi n mujhe kiss karne lagi aur boli tum mere msg ka reply kyu nahi de rahe. I was a bit adventurous at that age and loved having him lick me whenever the opportunity arose. Some days if I couldn’t have privacy at home I would take him to the park to play under the bleachers, or out to the woods to play in the river then lick me as we dried. Our best encounters, however, happened in the safety of my bedroom. I would spend hours laying naked with him on my bed where he would lick me until I couldn’t take it and made him stop. Then he’d cuddle me for a while. It never got. So I bit my pillow and applied pressure. It hurt trying to push past that part but once it did the rest slid in fairly easy. I got it all the way in until only the head was poking out. Groaning with pleasure I grabbed at my cock to feel that it was sticky with pre-cum.In and out I moved about 10 inches as I sucked on the dildo that was just in my ass. It tasted wonderful. Rolling onto y belly I clenched my hole and held that monster dick deep inside as I shoved 8 inches down my throat gagging.