You know. But I can't get myself to." What?!" Brenden looks taken aback. "Pressuring you to have sex? Where is he? WHO is he?" It's not his fault Bren..." I tell my brother. "I've wanted to, it's just going to be my first time and I'm scared. I'm scared that he might not be the right one. I like him but I don't love him. I want it to be with someone I love and completely trust." I lean over and put my head on his shoulder like I used to do when we were little. We sat in silence for a moment. I had a curvy tight body with very perky small breasts and a rather luscious ass. It had always been my best feature. It was round and high and very firm, and I loved wearing low-slung jeans when I was out so that people could see just a hint of a brightly coloured thong or g-string peeking out the back. I had long, rich dark hair and bright blue eyes, and a full mouth. Blowjob lips, they used to call them back when I was a dancer. I guess you can say that I knew how to work my best assets. And. They both stripped off their new chaps and rolled them up, stuffing them down into one saddle bag together.Hoot folded his army blanket real tight and put it in the other side.He put all his pictures of Sharon inside the blanket and she put hers in the camera bag, reminding herself mentally to be sure and take it out when she got home.Sharon pulled her t-shirt over her pointy tits and pulled her cut-off jeans up on her sexy butt. Hoot had kept her panties, telling her that he wanted them and. I squeeze your balls tighter, knowing how much you love that, and for the next few minutes, my world consists of nothing more than your cock and balls, and my ability to drain them. I suck hard on your rock hard staff. As it disappears again and again between my lips, I try to taste as much of you as I can. My mouth presses against my fingers, loosely wrapped around your girth and each covered in tendrils of saliva. Knowing what you want, I concede and remove my hand. Your cock surges forward.