I would take a last shot, he’d grab the rebound and score. We’d say our good-byes, then I’d walk down that driveway, cross over State Highway 58... and then take the slow walk up to our farmhouse on the other side. That was how we grew up. We did that for years and years. Then, when I was in eighth grade, things started to change. And the next five years of my life would be completely different. The first thing that happened was the farm. My mom had died a few years before, and my dad had to sell. Three items stood out to me the most: a lady finger 6 inch vibrator, a 7 and ½ inch dildo, and finally a 7 in hot stuff vibrator. What the hell I thought, I’ll just buy them all. I had to wait patiently for a week and a half before my precious package, or should I say my new lovers, came in the mail. I was on my way to work when I got the package from the mailbox so as I was driving; I started looking through my goodies. The dildo was a little bit smaller than I remembered from the site but the. The steady squishing wet sounds keep my hard-on extreme. My mind is flooded with fucking sensations, and I lose control of myself as the warm musky slippery grip of your fantastic pussy holds me and overpowers me. Your eyes are scrunched closed, mine are open, feasting on every detail of our bodies and our sex.Jesus Christ, we're beautiful when we fuck!! God I wish there was a mirror too!Suddenly you hold your breath and groan deeply, and I know it's coming. Quickly and smoothly I move my hands. Susan spoke first. “I don’t know where this is going,” she whispered. “But where ever it is, I want to go there.” “So do I,” Dalia replied and she felt her nipple straining against the silk. Susans’ fingers toyed with the buttons of her top and began releasing them, one at a time slowly moving down. Her legs uncrossed and Dalia glimpsed a flash of copper bronze thigh. Susans’ breasts stood firm as she allowed the top to fall open, letting it hang momentarily on her hardened nipples. Susan.