I reluctantly agreed to her terms, eventhough I really wanted to take some quick snapshots, as memento of my first sexual escapade! As she enjoys my... cock, both my hands slid under a bit to play with her soft breasts. Groping and playing with a pair of real breasts, were like nothing I’ve ever handled before with my two hands. It was really like playing with two water balloons, except that those were flesh and not balloons, and inside were layers of fat, not water. Still, such a heavenly . We were drinking lots of beer and getting pretty buzzed too and as the day wore on, we decided to get naked and catch some sun. We stripped down (I had seen him many times naked before) and we laid back on the lawn chairs and basically just shot the shit. After about an hour, I looked over and noticed that he was getting a hard-on but at our age, that would happen when the wind blows...LOL!I felt for some strange reason, I wanted to touch his hard cock but I was afraid too I guess, thinking. He lived in the country in the middle of no where so he didnt worry about anyone coming across this little party. He carried her in the house and down the stairs. Since she was asleep he just straped her to the table. He kept the ball gag in becuase when he came down to see her he didnt want to hear her screaming or begging yet, that was for later. He watched her sleep for while. While she slept he made sure to cut her clothes off to where she was completely naked. He wanted to have his way. I was providing for the kids I did not yet have. Something happened. You who are reading this story will not be surprised by what happened. Stories are constructed in certain patterns and seldom surprise. When I have told you my story I have undoubtedly made choices about what to tell and how to tell it to make it as much like a story as possible. But remember that to me it was not a story. It was reality and reality doesn’t follow the neat rules of story-telling. Imagine yourself in my place.
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