I thought she just didn’t believe me.Later that summer she stood in front of me and pulled those strings herself, asking me if I had ever skinny-dip...ed.There was one time when we were getting ready to go to the range and she came out of her room in a tank top. She had clothes at my house and had appropriated a bedroom for her use. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t using it for anything anyway. When I looked at her, I could see her nipples poking through the shirt.“Are you not wearing a bra?” I asked.She. Dex's strong hands did marvelous things to arouse her, and his mouth absolutely took her apart. With Jared, Donna felt drawn into the sheer joy of being young and alive. As strong and sensual as Dex's hands were, though, Jared's were unbelievable. It was as if his soul poured out through his fingertips. It took only a few dates before Donna encouraged Jared to explore her body. At his first touch, Donna was hooked, and forgot about pacing things gradually. She wanted those hands on her all the. I could barely breathe, drowning in my own slobber and snot and tears that mixed with Genes copious pre-cum that continued to pour out of my eyes, nose, and my prick-stuffed mouth. Our mixed juices flowing down over my neck and chest, drip’n down my stomach into my soaking pubes. Even my legs were coated, sticky wet with strings and blobs of the juices that were involuntarily streaming from my spasming, battered and beaten prostate out my cock; I was a mess! But I knew the ecstatic ordeal was. ...until i was out with henry, my secret daddy, outside the restaurant , they had rent the whole place and the backalley was quiet , he whispered in my ear it was time for dessert before walking outhe light his cigarette, pushing me against the brick wall , my knees failing under his pressure his zipper open, my treat already up and glorious , wrapping my mouth around his tasty bbc , looking up at him smilling ''good boy, work for that dessert boy, comon like this we gotta be quiet , i dont.