In a big school like ours with only a few people being able to make one of the few sports teams you were held above the regular k**s. Punker k**s were...looked down on by almost everyone, especially the Jocks. That being said, there was no way this boy was going to go against his clique and ask me out. 25 years later I get a friend request on the big social media site from this same guy, so what the hell I accept and we begin communicating. It was fun reliving the old times especially without all. "No matter what, my heart will always be yours. It doesn't matter who owns my pussy." Then she smiled. "Besides, tell me the thought of your petite little girlfriend getting fucked out of her mind by a huge black bull doesn't get you hard as a rock."The bitch of it was, she was right.Leonard arrived at 10:00 a.m. the following morning. He was a bit under 6 feet tall and impeccably trim and fit, not an ounce of fat on him. His hair was close cropped, military style, and had long since gone to. I guess I’ll have to update my cultural references. Oh well. You can call me Mr. Big.”Jim dropped his trunks and she gasped.“My god! It’s huge!”“Wait until it’s hard. Get that suit off slut and get on that bed over there. Daddy’s of a mind to make some moogie.”She continued to stare at Jim’s cock the way a rabbit might stare at a cobra – unable to move or look away. She stripped off her suit and moved to the bed. She was quickly on her back with her legs spread.Jim sent a pleasure bolt right to. I feel so old,” “Come on, you're only twenty-six and very beautiful. I bet any man would very lucky to have you,” “Well hunny, maybe you might be the lucky one,” she says with a wink. “Would you like to accompany me home? I could use the company tonight.” Honestly, I should say no but her smile and our long conversation made me want more. Made me want her. “Yes, I will.” I finally answer. “Great! We’ll take my truck. I need to use the little girls' room before we leave. Don’t go anywhere.” “I.