..Imagining just what she was doing now as she kissed her way down her stepfather's body towards the giant tool she'd dreamed about, the tool she knew...so well and had so often watched swell up and stretch and finally explode semen on her mother's face. Now it would happen for her, now, soon, any moment, as she moved closer and closer to the heat she could feel, under the thin sheet, already searing her face -- the heat being radiated by Mitch's great club of a cock. All for her! And as her. We had a couple of beers and then she asked if I could help her with a thing in her house that she needed to move. Of course I agreed to help her. We drove over to her house and it only took a couple of minutes to move the big heavy dresser from one room to another. She asked if I wanted another beer. I joked and said it was the least she could give me after all my hard work.We sat down on her couch and started to chat about life. She once again said she really wanted a k** but could not find a. " I felt around and she was very wet but her skirt felt dry. She started again and it didn't take long before I was getting close. I was harder than I could remember. As she started to move away I said, "You're not going to stop now are you?" She just scooted closer to the end of the tailgate and said, "Fuck me." Her skirt was up and her pussy was wet and ready. I got in and was fucking this tight little cunt with all my strength. She has one hand on my buns pulling me closer and the other over. Heck, so far, the only relationship with a girl I haven’t had a problem with is you!”“Sandy? Sophia? Kristin? Mindy?”“I was more referring to someone I was potentially going to spend my life with, one way or the other.”“Speaking of that, when are you going to talk to Jocelyn’s mom?”“When I go home for Memorial Day. Jocelyn won’t be home until Saturday, so when I leave here after our last final, I’ll go straight to her place before going home. I don’t have to pack up my stuff, either. I can move.