She's a very beautiful girl, Bill."Dale dipped his face and found one of his sister's tits to suck on as she guided the head of his long, stiff prick ...nto the squirming, humid mound. Shoving up against him, she made it easier for him to work his pole inside her snatch, and Regina could see the honey-haired labia stretching, coming elastically apart to allow entrance to the cockhead."Come on," Monica was muttering, come on! Hurry and put it in me. I can't stand waiting any longer, Dale. Fuck. " Thanks", I replied as Joanna left and Shannon, a cute, red-haired 20-something came in with a MAC cosmetics case.She looked at me for just a second too long, which made my expressionchange into one of horror and embarrassment. She noticed my face flush,and said:"Oh, no! I am sorry. I didn't mean to stare. It is just that youlook...well, fabulous."Upon hearing that, my demeanor changed and I asked her: "Really?" Sure. I mean, it took me a second to remember that you are, well, youknow, a. Author’s note: This story was inspired by some somber events in my life and the song ‘Black Night’ sung by Dr. John and written by Jessie Mae Robinson{br}A dark night, a dark mood, and a cabin in the woods.March 1988It was a cloudy night in mid-March in the Manistee National Forest. It was after midnight and my mood was blacker than the outside night. There was a good fire going in the fireplace, but the flames did nothing to soften my mood.My name is Tyler Andrew Thompson, and when I was. I have to admit, he looked pretty good in his shorts and tight running vest, maybe about 6ft, dark hair, tanned complexion, and I did notice his crotch was pushing hard against his shorts. As we helped each other, maybe I was staring, I don’t know but I did also notice him holding onto my legs or arms a little longer than he needed to. He took every opportunity to let his hand brush against my thighs as we changed positions, which was beginning to turn me on. The small talk continued until.