Whitney's grandson, who at twenty-one was two years older than me and seemed to be in charge of the horse farm. Somehow, the perpetually fishing Mr. W...itney decided it was wise to leave Crazy Hank in charge. Hank was everything you'd imagine honest to God rednecks to be and sported a belt buckle which was about the size of my Honda. He even wore tight jeans and cowboy boots. He talked endlessly about guns, knives, beer and pussy.The only reason I bothered to keep showing up was Sadie. Sadie. Licking her tongue I start sucking on it as slowly she responds and clutches my head. I start moving my hips, pulling out my cock all the way but the head and slipping it in one strong slide. She moans in my mouth, gasping, her nails digging in my back and shoulders. Her pussy, wet, sloppy, as I stroke 7 inches in her tight stretched pussy, kissing and sucking on her upturned neck, every stroke deep. Her knees high, pussies accepting my monster cock, every stroke a scream ohhhhh aahhhh. I gave a murmur and putting my hands behind his neck, pulled him toward me ... mouths open ... tongues fighting each other's in deadly combat.I had learned to kiss. I'd learned in the back seat of different boy friends cars ... whilst they had all come close to getting it ... none had succeeded so far.His hand had not been idle ... I felt it under my bra, pushing it upward and over my breasts ... now his hand grabbed and squeezed bare flesh ... finger and thumb twirling my nipple, making. Bina kuchh bole hi pahle 2-3 ghusa aur lat mari uske bad uske samne baith gayi. Chupchap bata de warna ye to start h par wo kuchh bol nahi raha tha aur mere ubharo(boobs) ko ghure ja raha tha.Mai samajh gayi ye hawas me andha hai. Mai jan bujhkar aur seena faila kar baith gayi. Fir boli kya dekh raha h be chhuna chahta hai. Wo bola kya sexy badan hai iske liye to mai kuchh v kar sakta hu. Mai apne boobs uske hath me de diye aur kaha agar tu sach batayega to teri ichha puri ho sakti hai. Apne.