His thighs were so silky smooth that they felt like a girls. I loved caressing them. Unfortunately, it was also a time when most boys wore tightie-whi...ies, so I was ultimately no better off than he was. I could rub his soft, warm scrotum through his underwear with my pinky but that was all. Since I was an only child, the male apparatus was still a big mystery to me and my limited access didnt help the situation at all. One summer night, after wed gotten each other all worked up, he said he. We left and headed over to another tree farm. Unfortunately for us, we discovered that the owners had closed it for the season.We drove along, rather discouraged, but enjoying the scenery all around us. The trees were heavy with snow. A large tom turkey crossed the road in front of us. His huge waddle swayed back and forth as he walked. We spotted some horses trotting in a field, enjoying the warmth of the winter sun. Almost by accident, we spotted a small sign that pointed to a place where. The guy just laughed quietly, and walked off.Okay… that was fun. BUT… he wanted MORE. Then… it hit him. THAT was what he’d do!There, in the distance were two young ladies, 17, maybe 18. One had dark blonde hair, green eyes, and a body that, to him, was the Jackpot. Slight, slender figure, paled skin; but not freakishly so; about a large B, to small C cup breast size. She wore a tightly fitting shirt that said “Sex Pistols” and lightly tattered jeans, with a patch on the knee that had a skull.. He was planting passionate kisses from her top to bottom.He kissed her mom’s forehead, then her eyes, nose, lips, neck and he stopped kissing the breasts, as he knew that those ripe beauties needed some serious pounding. So he moved downwards and started kissing her navel, waist, then all over her beautiful broad thighs and leg. Sonali was enjoying the pleasure of her life as her young boy started to turn her wet, with all the smooching and cuddling. Mukesh then brought his mouth towards her.