I laid down on my back with knees raised and spread wide so he could see everything through my unshaved hair. He was real interested in my pussy – n... surprise – and really examined me closely, maybe to make sure I didn’t have any obvious disease. He sees the full height of my excited clit the moment he spreads me open with his fingers. He teases me with one finger, then takes me into his mouth. Wow, he’s no stranger to a woman and his tongue movements make muscles jerk in excitement. Then he. I am squirming and whimpering, trying to stay quiet. You slam into me, all the way, pushing the table forward at least two inches. I can't help but let out a loud moan. You move your hands from my hands and place one over my mouth, fucking me as hard and rough as you can. "I wanna feel that tight fuck hole squeeze me baby, it's so hot." You grab a hold of my hair and pull back on it, moving the hand on my mouth down to my neck and squeezing, making me squeeze my pussy down on you.You eventually. The big expense was my new cowboy boots. I'd grown too much in the last year to fit the old pair still sitting in my closet, grown too much to even fit into my Dad's, and I hadn't looked at getting them when we went shopping for school because I'd gotten a pair of Red Wing work boots instead. I could've worn the Red Wings, but the kind of wear you got from riding was different, and the Red Wings were my motorcycle shoes.Yeah, I know, I would have made fun of me for calling it a motorcycle too,. Lynn was two years older than me and her friends had always been just out of reach or at least that's how it always seemed to me. I suppose there might be some true stories out there about college seniors sleeping with sophomores but it never happened to me. Frankly I am not sure any of Lynn's friends ever looked at me twice. I was still the k** brother. Ha! Would that ever change?As for my little sister Terri she was almost 19, my Irish twin just 9 months behind me, and so you would think I.