Slip my fingers in. Bite open the buttons on her shirt. Face in, licking and kissing her tits. Her back against the wall. Her legs lifting and wrappin... round my hips. A guy squeezing past with two full pint glasses.'Having fun girls?'Fuck him. More fun than he's having. More fun than him and Him. Any fucking him.Fingers in her pink hair, tongue in her ear.Pushing myself at her. Push Push Push. Hard pushes. Into her. Her into me. Her fingers opening me now.Fucking good.'Ladies... not so loud. That’s especially true if the guy isn’t Orthodox.”“Rod Blake,” Tasha said. “At least I think so.”Rod Blake worked with my friend Nate at the garage and gas station on Route 50. He was around twenty-one, and raced cars on the weekends. He’d been in and out of minor trouble with the Harding County Sheriff since he was fourteen, mostly to do with driving, but also with bootlegging. He smoked, drank heavily, and had a reputation as a ladies’ man. In addition to whatever fast car he might have at. I had begun to love pleasing him. His big cock was to big to fit in my mouth but I enjoyed trying anyways.I was so small and petite at that age. Id put my mouth around as much of his hard cocks head as I could and move it in and out. I'd lick it like a sweet ice cream cone and suck and lick his balls like he had taught me. I'd stroke his manhood, lick and suck him til I got my reward, his delicious, thick, sticky cum. Ever since that first time with him, I wanted his cum. I loved having him cum. A wave of bliss crashed over me as his tanned, well-muscled arms wrapped around my waist. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tank-like figure enveloping my small frame. There was no space between our bodies as James nuzzled my neck. He had a habit of rubbing his lips back and forth over my collar bone. The first time he did it, an electric sensation traveled up my neck all the way to my scalp. It took only another week or so before I had realized that was the feeling of falling.