He spotted a grassy patch just off the path in the trees. He led me through to it, the pine needles forming a cushion on the forest floor. At the gr...ssy bit, he began to remove his clothes. “Wank yourself”, he said as he stripped.I stood and masturbated in front of him, my cock growing in my hand. “Can I cum”? I asked.“No”, he said. “Me first then I’ll watch you; tell you what, come here and get on your knees”.I knelt with my hands on my knees as he removed his undewear and thrust his. When I reached my first period at age 12 my dad had to give me the growing up talk. He told me about how babies were born and how we make babies. He told me that guys have a penis and girls have vaginas. He said that girls breasts would grow to become bigger. He also told me that I would get periods often and it would hurt. He was the most loving dad ever. When I had my periods he would go shopping with me for tapons and pads. He would have to go shopping for bras and undies too. My dad always. She was gasping now, little squeaks escaping from her as the passions flared within her, lifting her higher, promising a greater reward to come. She eagerly met each thrust, wanting more, demanding more.Alan was only too happy to oblige, driving home willingly, determined to make her first experience unforgettable. He was thoroughly enjoying the feel of her responding to his loving, enjoyed the way she was writhing happily against him.Clare was lost. Everything was forgotten but this driving. Him. Out.' I look over at Nate; his green eyes gleaming, his dark hair flicked across one eye. 'Maybe...' I mumble, looking down at my feet. She snorts. 'You've liked him forever! Just-' She is interrupted by Nate walking over to us. He looks extra sexy today, hand in one pocket, smirk in place. I've liked him for years. 'Hey Missy, Lola...' he looks me up and down, smiling. 'You look good today.' I blush, trying to ignore Missy nudging me. 'Thank you,' I say, grinning at him and adjusting my.