Dalton Cole was Billy’s cousin. Their fathers were brothers, but they weren’t close at all. He lived in the doublewide trailer, just down the road...from Billy’s. He lived there with his father, Russell, and his older brother, Sam. Dalton’s father drove a truck for a local company during the week. He was usually gone all week, but was normally home on the weekends. Dalton had always been a much laid-back type of person, and very optimistic. However, when he lost his mother to cancer at age. She was wearing the tightest and shortest of cut-off jeans imaginable, cut way up on her hips, and providing a glimpse of her hot pink thong above the denim. A pink baby-T that showed off her budding breasts completed the outfit. She wore no bra, and she knew her nipples would show through the thin material if they became erect, as they tended to do. Her body was slim, befitting a 13-year-old, but she was beginning to fill out in all the right places, and had learned how to show herself off and. She opened the shower door and stepped in, holding the door open for me.This time when we washed it seemed hurried. She stroked my stiff cock a few times and then kissed me on the lips. She said, “I don’t want to feel it on my skin right now. I want to feel it inside me.”That was just fine with me too.I don’t think we were really dry when we ran to her bedroom. She jumped on the bed and I was on her like a lion on a lamb, climbing on top of her before she even got settled on the bed.She giggled. "Hi, I'm Ray," he said, smiling broadly.She turned to face him."I'm Marcy." Where are you from, Marcy?" Dexter, Kansas, but my parents moved here when I was just a little girl, so I call Clewiston home." Really, well... I'm from Mississippi myself."Marcy's expression changed instantly, from the pleasure of a handsome young man's company to the resignation that he wanted nothing but her body."I... said I was from Mississippi," he repeated."Where... do you want to go," she asked."This way," he.