I tossed my cup and began to speak. “Chelle,” was all that left my mouth before she handed the bag of cups to someone else at the keg, grabbed my ...and, and led me out of the barn. She took me straight to the house and locked the door behind us. I grabbed her soft ass and pulled her up towards me. She quickly wrapped her legs around my waist and her dark brown hair flew wildly as I pushed her back into the door. Our lips met each other in a frenzy, kissing and pulling at each other in a. They’re eyes met her shining as bright as the sky on a beautiful, clear day. His deepening to the color of the deepest of seas, his eyes never left hers as he slowly leaned back and removed his shirt. He knew just how much she loved to see him, to be able to touch him and how much he desired and needed her soft touch. Reaching her fingers out to him she tenderly traced the muscles in his abs, along his torso to his sides bringing him back down to her level once again resuming the kiss he had. Anyway, this was about two years ago, after we had been dating for about two years already. Even from the beginning of our fooling around, I most enjoyed playing with and exploring her gorgeous body, and I always came the hardest after a few hours of getting her pussy nice and slippery and swollen with my fingers.Being very open with each other about what we wanted sexually (I’ll write another time about the few times I talked her into anal), Claire brought up the idea of getting some. But afteranother couple of weeks, things were pretty much back to normal and theywere treating me like just another one of the guys.After I had worn a Depends to school for several weeks, it just got tofeel, well, sort of natural. Well, I don't mean that it's natural for ateenage boy to wear a Depends, but it kind of just got to feel likeanother piece of clothing. Like, I'd automatically get up in the morningand put it on just like I put on my socks, and a shirt, and a pair ofjeans - without.