I didn’t know what to say, “I’m going camping this weekend,” I told her. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, then she sat in the seat across from me. “What’s your name?” I asked, “my name is Jim.”
She looked at me and smiled, “It’s Sally,” she said, “what grade are you in Jim?”
“I’m a senior this year,” he told her. What ever it was it looked good to me. “Oh Jimmy, I want you to put your cock in me, I’ve wanted that for days, I think I love you,” she murmured. Her dress flue up around her hips. Peaches and Cream
If you’re wondering why I called this story Peaches and Cream. She had on a flowing thin summer dress, the kind that if the wind hits it, it will fly up around her neck. I thought I heard a twig snap, turned around to look, and there she was, standing there smiling at me. She just laid there, not offering to cover herself, so I stared at what I was seeing.
