He was referred to as Crazy Farm Boy because all he did was talk about life "back home." He was a little guy with a pretty face, almost like a girl's... He had deep blue eyes and lashes longer than Paula's. When I walked by his house he beckoned me into his back yard. Sure enough, the kid was a bit odd. Given his size I was surprised to learn that he was my age. Just as I had heard, he rambled on and on about stuff back home. I pretty much tuned him out until he said something weird. . By then my balls were tight and full of cum. I lowered myself back to a sitting position directly in front of her.Cookie stared at my cock for what seemed an eternity. My heart was pounding, wondering if she was going to run away or possibly scream, while hoping beyond hope that she was willing.Finally, she whispered, "Can I touch you, Uncle Ron? I want to know what it feels like when it gets hard like that."Then, without waiting for my reply, the teenager moved. While still holding her skirt. When it came to sex, I was a late developer. A single sex school followed by university with a distinct shortage of females. My only serious girlfriend had been a devout Christian who planned to keep her virginity until her wedding night. She had let me finger her and had once given me a blow job. But that had been her limit. I had continued dating in what I would later consider the quaint belief that dumping a girl friend just because she would not put out was 'tacky'. I shed my shirt and. Your hair is covered in cum, your coat is soaked, and your corset has cum stains all over the front. You smile at me and say, “Yes, Sir, your pet is very presentable.”We make our way to the parking lot and out to the vehicle. I open the door for you and you, very lady like, step in and sit down looking well used and happy. As I close the door and walk around the car I see you rest your head to the side and close your eyes and drift off into a well-earned sleep.I get in the vehicle and we head.