I ran my hands over naked body. I caressed my boobs, feeling my dark nipples were already hardened. One of my hands kept moving down to my belly. I fo...nd some sticky fluid covering my shaven mound. It was not mine…My fingers entered my soaking cunt. I got amazed about how wet I was…I found my swollen clit and I massaged it, as I began moaning softly.I then heard the shower running in the bathroom. I need a man, I thought. The bastard had fucked me in a brutal wild manner the night before; but I. She was beautiful with double d cup breasts and legs she could have modelled. Actually, when I first met her I was so surprised that she wanted me because she was so beautiful. 5 foot 6, slim, long legs, breasts that a blind man could see at 50 yards. I was still wet behind the ears when it came to proper relationships and I must admit looking back I was quite selfish. I treated sex as something I did for my enjoyment.We had been dating for a few months when I decided that to further my career. Though I had bronze colored skin that was very nice and curvy, while still slim and she had a peachy colored tone with toned small muscles throughout it, our bodies were alike in more ways then not and we found a bond over that, along with many other things, which made us feel like fraternal twins, and that bond made us inseperable.And now in that tree we were both slighty aroused though the neither of us knew about the other’s predicament.‘Oh come on, hurry up you slow poke!’ I said cutting. "This is a big one though," I warned. "And I don't think you're ready for the burden it would put on you." Mom, you can trust me," she persisted. "Did you murder someone?"I knew she was joking, but it felt just as shocking if I were to tell her about me and her grandfather. I was so tempted though, I could feel my resolve melting."I didn't murder anyone, but it will be just as shocking to you I'm sure."Breanna propped herself up on her elbow and seemed intrigued. I was afraid of that."Now you.