Her yard was on a bit of an incline. Her skin was wet with a coating of sweat making her glow like a Nubian princess walking on the banks of the Nile,...her dark skin looking like luscious milk chocolate in the evening sunlight. I wanted to go over and lick her from navel to chin. Is it any wonder I didn’t see a puddle of water on my polished garage floor?This night we had decided we would try to make handmade fettuccine with a basil butter sauce and grilled asparagus. We took our drinks and went. One fine day we had a sort of cold war and didn’t talk with her, after few weeks she came to my home. I was on the floor and was in shorts with nothing on top. She came to my room and sat in doggy position and looked into my eyes and started to smile. Her boobs were hanging in front of my eyes and me fount it hard to take my eyes off from her boobs. She started to laugh and asked to concentrate on studied which I couldn’t do later. A few months later, one fine day there was condolence in her. "Who knows, might be fun popping a guy's cherry?" Candy remarked. "I never did that before." I'm not a virgin!" Scott shot back."Well, I guess that doesn't really matter." Candy said. "So, do we have a deal?"Scott thought about it real hard. The press of his hard cock against his jeans made it hard to think logically. He kept looking at those bright red lips. What would it feel like to have them wrapped around his dick.It was true he wasn't a virgin. Yet the fifteen minutes he'd spend with Judy. I pleaded with Mom and Dad, even groveling to them. They don’t know why I want it, at least I don’t think so. I just know ... I just knew back then that I had to ‘babysit’ you and spend lockdown with you. It wasn’t about money. That was a nice bonus. I wanted time with you ... a reason that they would accept,” Becca confessed to me a lot more home truths than expected.“Damn it, Sis ... oh, God!” I reacted to Becca stroking my cock that came down Melanie’s throat not long before.“See, Bro ... I.