I knew what I wanted though, and as nervous as I was to show him, my lust drove me on. In the dark, in the silence, I rolled him onto his back, never ...etting go of the object of my overwhelming lust, his big hard cock. Trembling, almost moving in slow motion, I leaned over. Even in the dark, I could make it his manly shape and gave into my urges. I first kissed the underside of his shaft as it layed on his belly, so warm, so smooth and thick and firm. His dick felt so good on my lips, as if I. Almost all the boys in seventh grade would be drooling over her and the short little dresses she wore.As for me, I was the total opposite. Always wore my blue jeans and t-shirt. My hair was long and brown but usually held back in a ponytail underneath a cap. I was such a tomboy and most of my friends were males. Natalie and I became friends last year. She'd moved in the neighborhood and immediately befriended me and my best friend Denny.Denny was a year older than me. He was 13 and in eighth. She was tired of boys nearer her own age who tended to come quickly if repeatedly. She had, during her first year of college, enjoyed a multitude.Jim put together and pegged down his small Alpine tent and hauled a big, old-fashioned sleeping bag out of the back of his VW and stuffed it under the nylon. Vixen started a fire in the small grill and was keeping the hotdogs from burning while she toasted some buns and watched a can of beans bubble."It's ready," she yelled to the man as he hauled the. The far more embarrassing issue was my utter lack of experience with horses. Yes I know the stories would have me working for free at the closest stables etc etc, but the simple truth is that this all started because I read a certain story and not because of childhood dreams of horses. At the time my attention was on the process, the mechanics of how it could be done and on building my pseudo stallion. BUT. Before I could even begin to think about belly riding a real live stallion, I had best.