’ Cindy and Theo laughed, and I smiled. ‘Feral hogs are year-round, if memory serves me correctly.’ I said, looking all around the area we’d p...lled off and at the entrance to the trail. Webster told his robots to lead the way, and they did… walking right on the paths, and over any tracks that were there. Hoo boy. I asked Cindy to bring up the rear… and to watch her and our backs. We made our way along the winding trail through mostly pine forest. We crossed the River, which was little more than. You grab at my arm and pull me back into the room, telling me I don’t have to leave. As you pull your hand away, the backs of your fingers brush against my nipples through the towel. As you realize what you’ve done instead of pulling your hand back, you raise your eyebrow seductively and press your hand harder against me. Your tattoos are reflected back to me in the mirror and I can see your nipples growing harder as you contemplate your next move. I see you torn between your baser urges and. Of course we had our own private dates to movies which normally ended up with a late night make out session while parked on the shores of Deacon Lake. These were always innocent enough and I saw to it that it stayed that way. When we became seniors, I was named head of the cheerleading squad and Ron was team captain and starting quarterback for the team. We were also both more mature and starting to think about what we were going to be doing after high school. Ron was definitely headed for. And when my tits were smaller I never got fucked as much as I do now." Men are so wonderful, aren't they?" I said. "The way they get so horny when they see us in our panties and bras and want to fuck us hard." I love them," she said. "Ever since I got my cherry popped, I've wanted them inside me every day."I smiled widely. "Me, too," I said. "I've been a slut ever since I had my first man, too."I felt like we were two girls comparing notes about our sexual escapades and desires. In fact, we.