Placing her hands onto the seat, she waited for my attack…Holding the base of my cock I guided it to her wet pussy; I pushed my hips forward. The th...ck cock head invaded her tight pussy lips.I continued to move my hips forward as my long cock pierced her nice toned body, spreading apart her sweet cunt. Mica let out some pleasure gasps as she felt my dick pumping her womb. Her inner muscles were clamping down firm around my cock as it slid in deeper in her warm cunt. I grunted as I picked the. I have never been intimate with another woman.... At least not to the point that I think she is offering. Arbi then turned and looked me in the eye and said, "What about this; If you get 30 good, hot comments on your story about me, then the two of us will spend all Friday fucking until we can't stand. If you get 50 or more comments," and she turned and looked at Liz, "he gets us both for Friday evening and we can do some exploring of each other." And if he doesn't get 30 comments...?" Liz. The only road there was the one Irish had pointed out, when indicating the direction to her house. On that road, between Jack’s farm and the village, was one old, burned out house and the village cemetery. He stopped in at the only restaurant he saw. It was a quiet afternoon, and the waitress working the counter was willing to chat. When asked about Irish and her family, the woman looked puzzled. ‘Between school and marriage, I’ve lived in this place going on fifteen years. There aren’t but. "It's from our personal stash," Skye said with a sly wink. "It's homemade by some friends. I think you'll like it."Homemade hooch sounded a little dangerous, but I reached for the bottle anyway. What the hell, it's Homecoming, I said to myself. I filled each glass about halfway, and the six of us raised them in a toast to a glorious weekend."Cheers!" Halleluiah!" Down the hatch!"And I brought the glass to my lips.It was very tasty, a sweet and fruity berry wine of some sort. We all made.