I was in the forest, a bit further was grass, but I did not recognize where to go. I looked for clothing, but she had taken my normal clothes so I dec...ded to keep the female clothing on. In case someone saw me. I gathered my bondage gear and put it in the bag and I looked for a road. I came to the grass. Or I needed to cross the grass field or go back into the forest. Cars came by far behind me, so I returned into the forest. I went to the road I heard. After a few minutes I came to a river. I. That would make me want her more. I took off her panties; they were soaking wet! My dick throbbed hard with excitement. I stuck my hands between her legs, and she squealed with excitement. I used my fingers and massaged her clit, and she responded using her hand to guide me to the correct stroking technique. My throbbing super wet dick firmly pressed up against her thigh. Her body was starting to convulse, and she let out a loud gasp as an orgasm overwhelmed her. I got on top of her and. "Yeah, quite a few back when I was a lonely, horny, angry teenager. And compared with the stuff I've read over the years I have to admit that some of them were actually quite awful. The rest were much worse." Recite one for us... please?" Lilly asked eagerly, digging her fingers into my upper arm."You just want to mock my youthful attempts at literary greatness."Peggy inched up and kissed my neck. "Of course." Come on Ike, just one?" Izzy urged.I sighed loudly. "Fine... but don't say you. Her daddy worked for the man who owned that farm.We were just two skinny little farm kids. Everyone called her Sweet Pea. The name fit her just fine. Her Mom and Dad were Mr. and Mrs Johnson.My Dad and Uncle James, his twin brother, owned the farm we lived on. They inherited it from their dad.My name is John S Binder Jr. Everyone called me Spud. It seemed as though everybody had a nickname, some were of the sort that children best not be caught repeating.It was on a cloudy Friday late into the.