“Now, how deep is my print?”“I don’t have a ruler Mr. Reynolds.” The kid looked like I had spit in his cheerios.“That’s alright son.” ... pulled my multitool out. “I’ve got one here.” I unfolded the ruler and handed it to him.“Ok, Vince, measure the depth of my print and your print.”“It’s the same. There’s no difference.”“Welcome to the compression rate world kiddo. If you step on concrete that has set, you won’t leave a mark. But fresh concrete and you’ll ruin your tennis shoes. That is the. We soon arrived at a place which we knew rather well. I parked my little car under a weeping willow. Hand in hand we walked the short distance to what we called our field. in our haste to be naked we almost tore each other's clothes off. Being naked together outside at night was something that we both liked. We never really had much interest in foreplay, only basic shagging, and that night was no different.I had almost forgotten just how good he was. I called him my stallion. I exploded three. "It's beautiful, do it."Liz rolled back onto her tummy and spread her legs wantonly. Her panties looked so thin, I could see the crack of her ass. I laid atop my sister with my erection pressed to her panty-covered bottom. She was so warm as I rested my weight on my forearms. Rubbing my erection against her heart-shaped bottom was a natural instinct.I pushed my cock along her crack and rubbed it across her heaven. Her nylon panty was sheer and thin and my pre-cum dribble onto her backside. Liz. She- you should have taken my no. And at least give me a call once. Or your girlfriend won’t allow you to talk to any other woman?Me- hahaha bhabhi!! Do you think that stopped me. I just thought you would feel hesitant and abhi bhaiya won’t approve of it.She- so you ask abhi every time you come here to talk to me?Me- no, I don’t. Okay now give me your no. I will call you every day, so that you know I miss you as much.She gave me her no.Me- so, bhabhi, what are you doing tomorrow?She- abhi will.