Cameron was skinny, like me, but had straight blonde hair with long bangs that swept past his eyes. He usually kept it tucked behind his ears. Nothing...was sexier when a strand would fall out of place and dangle, teasingly, next to his tanned face. Cameron was my age and his family lived in a house across from my Uncle Frank and Aunt Carol's farm. His dad was some hotshot attorney who wanted to live some place rural. Lucky for me, his dad was cheap and Cameron earned his money doing chores for. She moaned at his strength. His unyielding maleness. His hard shaft that filled and fulfilled her. Her nakedness twitched and pulled, her rose yearned, stretched, worked to keep him deep, so deep inside her. He felt her lithe body flex and shudder. Her felt her womanhood contract around him, eager, full of need. His member responded immediately and he throbbed softly, swelling in her depths, causing her to double over and give a long, pained moan. The mouth of her womb caressed him lovingly.. She took it. Covering the tip with her mouth, making sure her teeth were covered with her lips, swirling the tongue around the head and shaft. Then grasped my toy so that her forefinger touched her lips using mouth and hands in unison begin the up and down motion. Glance up and admire my smile mmm hmmm (yes)? She asked with my toy in her mouth you’re doing absolute wonder, I replied playing with her tits. I asked her to move faster. She took off her hands from my shaft and was playing with my. She let them know and think it was over, gone, past. she was fine, no problems. Then, desperately, she became good friends with someone. she poured her heart, her tender hurting heart into the friendship. The ‘friend’ used it, used her, abused her tender, aching heart until her strength was gone. she no longer cared. she wanted to disappear. she didn’t want to talk to any other admirers. They would never match up to what He was in her mind. she hid from friend and foe alike, banishing the.