That was bad enough, but what was almost as bad was the fact that I was losing my special friend. Erwin and I would no longer be able to play together...-or even see each other!Now I'm not going to bore you with the details of my parents divorce, or the problems I had growing up through my teen years. Suffice it to say that I never got over losing Erwin. I was too young to write her letters and hadn't thought of getting her phone number before we left. By the time I was in my late teens, she had. I was dumbstruck. i was thinking that my bro would have changed after so many years but he was the same guy. I French kissed him hard for many minutes, then we walked back to the car hand in hand. After keeping the boxes in the boot of the car, we sat at the back seat talking about the old days. After sometime, holmes (he asked me to use this name) started talking about his studdy encounters at the college. And i narrated him my whole story, including the encounter today. It was. “This is my last night.”He gratefully accepted. “Thanks, I’m only here for tonight.”I watched him set up camp and he offered me to join him around his fire. I asked if he smoked weed — “I’d love to” — and if he wanted anything to eat or drink. “A drink would be great. I don’t want to trek down to the camp store.”Other than iced coffee for the morning, all I had in my cooler was a rare bottle of ginger ale that my husband drinks. I took that and the joint to the campfire and shook hands with. He loved the feel of her hand on his cock as he played with her jugs. Her tits were so huge for this young girl. Her mother had huge tits also. He got her mother drunk one night and tit fucked her three times. Now her daughter had the same big hooters. He then rolled over on his back and pulled the girl on top of him. He put his leg between hers and pushed tight to her pussy and rubbed it as he then positioned her so his cock fit between her tits and told her "Fuck my cock with those big jugs..