The mirage is still there. My eyes seem to believe what they see, but my brain does not compute. I go from a steady run, to a brisk jog, to a slow wal.... “What the fuck,” I say aloud to myself. On the ground is a freshly fallen tree from a storm. I see them, a couple, a man and woman. The woman is bent over the tree, the male behind her steadily thrusting inside of her. Her moans scream pleasure, thrill, and intense pleasure. I continue walking, slowly, they have not seen me yet. I step off the. With one hand still on her hips, he used the other to undo his pants and she heard them drop to the floor. He began fucking her, his heavy balls slapping against her on every down stroke. Though she thought it impossible, his cock was getting even larger and harder, stretching her pussy open wider than it had ever been. It felt even larger than her fist dildo, and sometimes she could barely take that. His pounding was having the desired effect and though she did not think it was possible, her. " Cindy looked briefly toward my slightly open door and I froze, afraid she might detect movement. She then went back to kissing Jerry. "Let's go to your room," I heard Jerry say."I can't," my sister responded."Sure you can," he said and started walking toward her door."No, Jerry!" Cindy cried and grabbed for his arm."Quiet, babe," said my friend. "Your brother might hear you." Cindy started to protest again but Jerry was already through her bedroom door... and she was following him! I've got. Most had gotten a job and married. They no longer had time to do the things they had done at 17 – or even the desire to."Like old times," Walt remarked. He was sitting in a lawn chair drinking iced tea."Yeah," Sean agreed. "Life PBT." PBT?" Adam asked. He had heard his father talk of a beer called PBR – or "skunk piss" as his father had termed it."Pre Bare Titties," Sean said with a laugh. "You know, back when we could talk without losing concentration because a fresh set of knockers wandered.