“I feel like a couple of old ladies, talking after being friends for 50 years,” I said laying on my back staring at the ceiling.“I hope you’re...not suggesting I dye my hair blue and start blurting out racial slurs,” He said rolling over to the edge of his bed and looking at me.“No, I’m just saying that I’ve never had a best friend, so this is nice to talk to someone.”“Well I’m glad,” He rolled off his bed and sat next to me. I sat up shoulder to shoulder with him.“I don’t have a best friend. She then bends over on all fours on the bed & puts her pussy within an inch of my mouth & tells me not to touch her as shes out of my league! She fingers herself, holes open, so close but still the same order not to even think of touching, then the red dildo comes out, slides easily into her wet pussy, again so close! She wipes it across my face, avoiding my mouth, then turns round, staring into my eyes with that feeling of total control & proceeds to tell me the following, in her words as well. Her soft fingers lovingly stroked me and readied my prick for sex. In the semi-darkness of the cabin, she straddled my lap and wrapped the blanket around her waist loosely. I held onto her and softly thrusted into her pussy. Being partially numb I had a difficult time working myself to the point of no return. Erin didn't care that it took me longer. She was soaked. Her tunnel gripped me wetly, a firm narrow passage that pushed me closer to another orgasmic release. I heard it in her whispered. How much truth was in that rumour was debatable, but the mother thing and the desire for fame an wealth, their daughters were the jail bait, so old men taking their cocks out in front of us, well if they did, we knew we were on our way.I blew two guys off in school three years earlier, my mother found out, but was strangely quiet, when she discovered who the boys father was, a quick phone call and a hastily arranged meeting, out at his ranch followed.When we got there, he was alone and he and.