.true story time.Although this didn't happen to me it was related to me by a good friend, someone whom I've known since c***dhood, he has recently fou...d out that I like writing erotic stories and thought I'd like to write one about something that happened to him, it's from his perspective and with his approval.After a long illness I found myself getting back into things, life.I hadn't worked for a while and was finding it difficult to get a job. My name is John, this is going back 10 years now. He gave me a spontaneous hug, then reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a foil-wrapped box.“You are good friend to Poon and Family Josh-u-ah, so we get you something, too.”I was blown away when I opened the box and found a Rolex Submariner watch. Those things cost a mint. Lee beamed at my surprise.“Real deal, no fake,” he declared.I nodded gravely. Not that it mattered to me. Even if it was a fake, it was ten times better than the forty dollar plastic Casio I wore.I was sitting. “You call lying down on a scratchy, smelly horse blanket a treat?”“City girls,” he snorted. “They’re so pampered and helpless.”“I could kneel on a pile of hay,” she offered. “I wasn’t hungry, but now, for some reason, I am.”“A tempting offer,” he said. “But I have something else in mind.”“Something that doesn’t involve my tender skin against a horse blanket?”“I’ll provide a buffer. How’s that?”“What kind of buffer?”“Our clothes, of course,” he said.“I don’t know,” she said, making sure she. I wished I was her niece; I would stay at her place every weekend. I pulled on her luscious red hair and she moaned on my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I loved the smoothness of her fingers stroking inside me, she knew just the spot on my cunt wall that sets me on edge, and brings me off. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” I didn’t think I could hold out much longer and then she slipped a third finger inside me, it was too much I cried out with discomfort then as she.