"That's nice. Do all the way down."I covered her rounded buttocks, kneaded them gently and put some on the back of her thighs. She spread her legs and...I rubbed downward, getting her sex lips between my fingers. Her hairless vulva was tightly closed, but her labia were puffy. She made a noise, just an Um, as I withdrew, rubbed my hands on her shoulders and got back to mowing. She glistened. It took me a while to relax.I did the other side of the lawn and when I got back to her area, she and the. We assumed that nothing could happen to us - we already knew all there was to know about life, or so we thought.By 8:00 p.m., everyone had purchased their beverages and clambered into my car to head for the party site. We had no forewarning of the troubles that lay ahead on the dark road looming ahead of us.The four musketeers barreled out of town, and off the well-traveled highways, just to turn onto the freshly graded county roads. I knew the roads to the house, so I felt confident I could. Mel got a truly wicked grin on her face when she put her hand down onto Mike Jr. and felt his rigidity. Then, with practiced ease, she straddled me, placed the head of my dick in her entrance, and lowered herself down, emitting a deep sigh of satisfaction as her taut butt made contact with my thighs. Those little cone-shaped beauties were hanging there like ripe fruit to be plucked, so pluck at them I did.Yes, thoughts of the porno clips I’d seen of her riding a guy DID cross my mind. But not. I continued, “You are silent, but you appreciate my praise. It is not flattery, but a simple description. I cannot imagine anyone disagreeing. You do not seem to be afraid of me. I am glad. Do you know who I am?” I asked nervously. She nodded. “My name is Ted,” I told her again. “I don’t remember you, but it seems that I have always known you. You look young, but you appear to have always existed.” “My name is Ted,” I told her the third time. “Will you tell me what your name.