As she felt her jeans being pulled down over her hips she vaguely thought she ought to protest, but she couldn't understand why, since the fondling fi...gers on her body felt so good, especially when they pressed into the soft globes of her ass, lifting her off the bed, her jeans sliding down her legs and away.As the insistent fingers slid under the waistband of her panties and burrowed into her pubic hair, she began to think that, as nice as the fondling hands felt on her quivering body, it. " I thought my legs might collapse. Outside a crash of thunder sounded really close by.Shane stood up and smiled again. I felt dizzy. He reached and grabbed my dick with his firm hand and led me by my penis over to his bed the corner of the room. "Lie down," he said. I did. I was flat on my back, my dick sticking straight up in the air, and Shane was standing over me, looking at me, his beautiful body right there in front of me, his rock hard penis right there beside me. I reached up. "Jerry, what's this? That's a pretty nasty bruise!"He mumbled something, pulled me closer and put his hand on my stomach."Jerry," I said a bit sharper than I intended, "How did you get this?He sighed and sat up, leaning back against the headboard. He clearly didn't want to tell me what had happened but I insisted.It happened a couple of days ago. We were patrolling Shawnee Mission County Park, the area near the picnic area on the south side of Shawnee Mission Lake; Wayne was driving. There had. This incident happened when I was 18 years old, in the first year of my college. I was built and used to look good with long hair. My cousin Vani (name changed) was 3 years elder than me and she had just finished college. Most of her time was spent at home and she was literally bored to death. She always enjoyed my company and I used to visit her house often. To say about her, Vani was lean, a bit short and slightly tanned. She had good racks and a nice bust. She was mostly the busty-lean.