"I've actually never played before, but I'd love to try some time," Ilied."Well, I actually have a private lesson every Thursday morning at thecountry...club, and my teacher said that I can share the class with afriend whenever I want," she said, looking at me carefully. Despite myfear, my heart leaped when I heard her refer to me as a friend."That's just a few blocks from here. But I'm not a member," I said,trying to keep my voice calm, worried that she wouldn't be my friend ifshe knew what a. I could taste our sex on her lips. My cock throbbed.She stopped to ask me “Do you like how our juices taste mixed together?”My cock pulsated again at the question. I responded “Oh yes! In fact, I must have your clit in my mouth again!”Kavya smiled and rolled over placing a pillow under her lower back. She spread her legs and I saw my cum seeping from her engorged red pussy. I eagerly took her glazed clit in my mouth. I licked her up and down from ass to clit. My cock twitched with anticipation. I listened carefully but was becoming quite distracted as her delicate perfume was assailing my nostrils and although she was not wearing a low cut top, I could see the top of her cleavage quite distinctly and part of me was stirring and making me quite nervous and uncomfortable in the groin area.Finally her voice wound down though clearly not at the end of her talk as she was now staring down at my bulging robe where my erection though hidden was clear to imagine."I'm so, so sorry," I. “Well, Rob, what do we have here?” asked Kent, smirking to his brother as they rounded the corner of the barn.Tess Sweaney, an eighteen-year-old cook was spreading corn for the chickens, wryly thinking to herself that the chickens ate better than her mother and younger sisters. She looked up in alarm as she noticed the approach of the two young men. She knew what they would want, and also that she was presently ripe, it being midway in her courses. Tossing down the last of the corn, she backed.