If you looked real quick at Sharon, you would think she was another of those rich-bitch kids from the white-man high school on Main Street, but a clos...r look would reveal the fact she was a definite mixed-blood youngster with hints of African and Asian heritage around her eyes and her full lips heavy with promise of pleasures most white girls only see in their dreams.“Now that the deal is made, I expect you to follow orders, young lady!”Sharon looked at the short, overweight older man with the. We'll not bother with details of the next hour or so. Truthfully, I don't remember them too well. What I do remember is coming back to myself, naked, in bed, next to Krista. She was looking at me, and didn't seem especially pleased. I, on the other hand, was scared out of my mind. What on Earth had just happened?"I always thought older guys would be, like, you know, more experienced," muttered Krista. "That was pretty pathetic."My wife had never complained, but we had both been virgins when we. Somewhere more&hellip, private, she giggled. John caught the hint and followed her advice. The cab of his pickup was roomy and, within a few minutes of the heat turned up, toasty warm. The two didnt loose any time and began to kiss passionately. Within a few minutes, both were moaning softly, fully absorbed in exploring the caverns of each others mouths. Tongues wrapped around each other as they pressed their lips together over and over again. Gradually, his lips moved to caressing her neck and. He reached under the tree and pulled it out. He looked at the tag and smiled, and handed it to me. I got a little nervous as all three of them gathered around me and smiled. I slowly tore the paper. I looked around confused as I popped the tape on the box. I lifted the box and my excitement was uncontrollable. I pulled out my letterman jacket. The one thing that I had wanted, but I didn’t tell anyone. I jumped up and put it on. My hands were shaking so much. It fit perfectly. I hugged Mrs..