Main jaisay sativain asman pay urr raha tha…..phir voh mairi zubaan choosnay lagi main tu muzay k maray marnay wala ho geya tha…..phir voh ik jhat...ay say alag hoee aur apni qameez utha key bra say apnay motay mummay bahar nikalay aur bolin ….. … IN KO CHOOSO MY BOY ….un k motay moomon pay brown rag k baray baray nipples thay . Unho nay khud he maira sar pakra aur ik nipple mairay munnh main daal deya…..aur main un key nipple ko munh main lay kar choosnay laga…one by one voh muj say apanay. ’ ‘We lived in Ottumwa for a few years when I was younger, and Council Bluffs before that. My Dad’s job moved him around. You’re from Woodston aren’t you. North, just South of the Minnesota Line?’ ‘Yea, little Woodston. Ever been there?’ ‘I hear it’s a nice place, peaceful. And pretty.’ ‘Yeah, pretty good place to grow up in I guess. There was some rough stuff happening while I was in the Army, some football players, probably guys like Brent. It was pretty bad.’ ‘Oh you, stop bad-mouthing poor. "No, you're right. You are a woman now." He kissed my forehead, "now, I need to go and get dressed. Go call Jess and see if she's free." He turned and headed for the bedroom.Of course Jessie was free and I think she was anticipating the night as much as I. She was going to a local college so she still had her family's prying eyes to contend with and I knew it had been a while since she'd been with another female. She arrived just before dad took off for work. We waved goodbye to him from the. "Shaved clean as a baby's behind," he grunted. "Shit, does everybody your age do that now?" I don't know," she mumbled. Benton was zooming in on her crotch, panning down to her panties midway down her thighs. He told her to turn around and face the window again. It made her feel so vulnerable to have her back to him, the heat of the lamps on her ass, which was in full view for him. She could hear him adjusting the tripod, moving it closer to her. After a few seconds, he told her to bend.