He takes his time. I am trying to keep my eyes open but am having a hard time due to his enormous head. I then feel a "pop" & his head has fully penet...ated me. My legs start shaking. He knows how to work his monster. He keeps it there for a bit while very gently pumping me. I begin to get accustomed to his size. The pain is subsiding. He picks up a tube of KY he had placed next to him & see him apply a generous amount to his shaft. Thank you. He begins to go in deeper. Every other stroke goes. “Yeah me too, been a while since I been to the old hood,” I followed.“Oh man, try this latest shit I got my hands on,” He said.I looked at him pull out a small plastic bottle.“What the fuck, ah nah not into pills,” I tried to tell him.“Go on, it’s the good stuff,” He shook the bottle, sounded like it was almost empty.I didn’t want too, after last time I took one of his pills, I stripped off and ran around the streets like an idiot.“Open your palm, try it here or try it at home, just try it,” I. . reminiscing about the HOTTEST SEX I ever had!! I met Kris in high school. I was 18 years old and he had just turned s*******n. Kris and I hung out all the time. We partied, drank and did a lot of other "things"! I was very comfortable; within a few years, telling him all the personal things about me. I quickly found out that both of us loved sex! Kris and I talked openly and honestly about fucking, masturbating and cumming! We were in our mid-tweenties when things got really intense!!One. My little light was almost useless. A dozen lightning bugs would’ve shed more light.Hauling myself out of the sleeping bag turned out to be a real chore. My stiff muscles protested every move I made and my back was killing me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, “too damn cold.”First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn’t want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet;.