Glendale Methodist Church had a youth andcollege/career department that led the Sunday Night Service by singingand performing musicals and skits where...I met my best friend, JasonMichael McGillicutty. He was a redheaded hazel eyed Irish who was theman that I should have born as instead of the petite blond that I am.He is tall and rugged, like my Dad and excels at anything that he does.When we met in the first grade, we became fast friends so that when hisparents died just before graduation, my. I removed all her cloths, and started playing with her b00bs with 1 hands, cunt hole with the other hand, which was dripping wet with her hot juices. I made her sit in the middle row of sofa seats and reclined the back of seat to the max position as it appeared a semi sleeper bed,I positioned my junior at the entrance of her pussy hole, which was little tight, with a little force my Junior was half inside, with massive moan from her mouth, I had to put a little effort to make my junior enter. I taste myself with each lick. I watch his face as he closes his eyes. He's so close. Gripping his cock I fist it fast, stroking it and aiming it at my breasts. Then Mike explodes and I aim his cum at my nipples. He shoots the rest over my tits and the last of his juices cover my fingers. I end up stroking him so I don't miss any of his cum. When I'm certain he is empty I lick my hand clean and then my nipples. As I'm licking my right nipple Mike leans up and licks my left, enjoying his own. Jason headed west on the badly maintained rural road, coming eventually to the San Joaquin River levee road. He turned south here, driving on the twisting, elevated surface with the rain-swollen river on one side and the endless expanses of farmland on the other. A ten-minute drive brought them to what they were looking for.Jason pulled the car into a large turnout on the river side of the road. At the far end of the gravel surface stood a small stand of willow trees. He parked the car behind.