I turned on the TV and sat down with her. Why would you ask that? She pulled her hair clip out and her low bun unwound into a shiny river of hair that ran down her back. She smiled slightly and rested the glossy head of my dick on her lower lip and looked up at me for the photo. The balance of these times were spent out on the property riding our dirt bikes, fishing at the creek that crossed the Southwest corner of the property. “Now what? Her breath was breathy and sounded almost disembodied in its sensuality. Her screams and subsequent whimperings were erotic music to my ears. She climbed over my lap and pointed my semi hard shaft at her opening, “I’m so wet honey, fuck me unconscious.” She started to gyrate and force my painfully bent shaft inward. I sucked down what was left in my glass, poured more and sucked half of that down.
