Her breathing was heavy and begging for release. I squeezed the remaining oil out of the syringe. The result was better than anticipated. Her legs gri...ped mine so violently I could barely keep them spread. Her hands on my ankles were vise grips seeking relief. With the bulb completely empty, I began the slow removal. The slow withdrawal of the tube was probably more intense for her than the insertion. The hot oil deep in her bowels coupled with the tingling on her anus as the tube was. I had spent time cuddling and kissing. Several guys had slid their hands up my blouse and a couple had gotten their fingers into my panties. In return, I had held several male members, but that was about it. But, this incident occurred one early Fall Saturday night on a hayride. I had just turned sixteen and was beginning to think that I was grown up. I should act like it. I was a member of our high school's A cappella Choir group and our instructor had initiated the hayride as an outing for. I normally had one first thing, when I got home in the evenings."Well, as we need to get three specimens each evening, I think we can do one first thing when you come home, whilst you are showering. It will save time," she said.My dick became alive as she spoke, despite the fact we had almost argued a moment ago."Ok," I said, and blushing a little. "I'll...er...leave my bathroom door open for you." Give yourself a good wash all over, first," she replied, "And then give me a call. I don't want. The look in Rexi’s eyes told me she had understood that when Henry had been with her in the past, it wasn’t just for the sex, as she had thought. He had truly wanted her. I don’t think the way he called her his love wasn’t lost on her either.I winked at Trixi, and she smiled back. We decided to wander off. Henry didn’t need our help. As we moved away, I heard Rexi say, “You’re a sneaky bastard, Bron.”Trixi and I both chuckled, and she took me to meet some people.The auction was insane.We had.