"When I was your age, I thought I was a man. I was not a man; I was a boy. You are a girl."The girl reached for the Mason jar. She placed its mouth be...eath her nose. She smelled the liquid. She wrinkled her nose. She stuck out her tongue and she went "ick". She dropped the Mason jar back to the porch. The liquid sloshed. A small amount ran down the side and wet the wood decking."How can you drink that stuff?" the girl asked."Shouldn't you be in school?" the old man said.'No, I shouldn't be in. Well, ok then.As he sprawled back on his bed he said, "Zack get laid often?" "Not really," I said. I didn't tell him that Zack was a virgin---or had been a virgin before tonight. Figured that was Zack's business. "Did you see her? Is she hot?" he asked, making typical guy conversation. "I walked in on them and backed out quickly," I said, "but she did look cute." "Gotcha. So they were going at it when you opened the door?" Patrick was full of questions. "Yep, he was pounding away," I. I reached between us, and started to play with her clit. The sudden stimuli against her already sensitive organ triggered another orgasm, and she collapsed onto my chest, panting heavily. I was close, and I knew there was no slowing down, so I grabbed her cheeks, and started to thrust upwards as fast and hard as I could. I began to jerk and thrash under her, as I emptied my balls into her hot, wet, demanding womb.Out of breath, we just lay there, cuddling with one another, and enjoying each. I don’t know what he was like in his daily life, I could only assume that he maybe more of a middle man in a working class field, depended on for some things, but mostly reporting to someone else. This was just as much of a release for him, than it was for me. I found the whole meeting peaceful a way to get a hold of my dominant side, by witnessing the submissive side of it all. Understanding the role, the actions, the reactions. Being told to crawl to him on my hands and knees,once I.