…….” do it now becky” I panted, my breathing ragged… .”or do you want “…..pout kissing…. . “want more” ……kisskisskiss……�...�.. .. “of the birchrod….” I leaned my face forward, parting Becky’s bottom cheeks further, intruding as much of my face as I can between her parted rear lobes. I was mad with desire, unable to contain my lust for this schoolgirl’s bottom. I let my lips poutpout again across her dark vortex, very tenderly and slowly letting my warm wet wide open lips lay outlined around her. This is thestory she told me, It was a weekend and Debbie and her then husband Jim invited me and Betty to jointhem at the beach they left friday but I had to work so me and the wife met them there Saturday wearrived early sat. morning, they had brought along Trish a girl friend of Debbie and a young guy Travisthat worked for them needless to say we had a good time, I had brought a large bottle of whiskey andhad made me and Betty drinks throughout the day the others drank a few beers, Betty. Come closer."As Mandy took a couple of steps closer to me, I stood and hugged her tightly. Then without any resistance from her, I pulled her top the rest of the way over her head and off her arms. Tossing her top to the floor, I turned her and pulled her bare back to my chest. I reached around her torso, cupped both of her small tits in my hands, and gently kneaded them. Her nipples quickly hardened and grew to the size of pencil erasers. Sure her tits were small, but they were more than. Since Chris had been riding a lot, and Shahia had got over her soreness from riding again, they'd decided to go for the long option, and it had been a few hours hard riding to get to the ridge out the back of the farm.Even though it was extremely cold, there was not a breath of wind, so conditions weren't actually uncomfortable. Of course, there'd be no rolling in the hay, but that wasn't on for other reasons. Chris sighed. He'd spent all week thinking about what his parents had said, and he'd.