He wore no cap, but plenty of jewelry ... too much for a simple woodsman.Everything about this young man screamed that he was a difficult and petulant...fellow. He looked at me with a kind of disgust, as if he expected me to aid him and was disappointed at my inaction. It soon became apparent that he wasn't alone. There were other hunters with him, all of them much older and obviously more experienced at the chase. They tended to be sandy-haired and have bright blue eyes, with rougher and more. Sue also knew she wanted him to. Despite the teasing over the years, they were close to each other, and making love to him was not at all an unpleasant thought.Slowly, he eased one hand down her body, and eased it into her pussy. She arched herself sharply in the air as he thrust first one, then two fingers into her dripping cunt. She thrashed her body on the floor as he continued his assault on her pussy.Then he stopped. She opened her eyes, looking right at him, begging him silently to. Her dad was on vacation so she brought this Hispanic guy she was dating over there one night.They were drinking and in the jacuzzi making out and it got hot and heavy. The guy pealed down her top and sucked her little white titles. She was really getting horny. The guy got her fully naked and then took off his trunks, if I recall boxers actually. Anyways he was on the darker skinned side but is cock was really dark in coloration, almost black. It was about as thick as mine she said but a head. I thought I was going to cry I was so afraid," the boy continued. His face was screwed up as if he wanted to cry again at just the memory of the ordeal."Son," Rob said gently. "Like your Grandpa said, there is nothing wrong with being afraid. There isn't anything wrong with crying either. It doesn't matter if you are crying because you are sad or afraid. There is nothing wrong with it. Think about this though. You were so scared you wanted to cry but you still did what you needed to do and you.