About me, about Mom, Aunt Bessie and my life at the ranch, the Still Waters gang, the girls, my horses. Everything I could think of. He listened. I fo...und out later he remembered everything I said. While I talked, we sat in the sun, made love, soaked in the pool to cool off, lay on the big lounge, made love again, went inside.I made dinner again. Afterward, I said, "Your turn."He grew up in southern Wyoming. He told me how he had gone through school, grown up on his father's ranch, learned to. You keep pushing your labia apart with both hands and you can no longer wait to lureyour pearl out of your sweet foreskin ... mmmhhhohja .. and how many have already donethis with their tongue on your leaking pussy .. and rubbed your wet nose against yourclitoris. mmhh fineYou're moaning really hard now ...aaaahhh... you horny piece.Again and again, countless fingers disappear into the fully split open vagina.Move vigorously in the hot hole ... two of them on the small, sugar-soft foreskin. 'Don't be too noisy' she whispered, 'the k**s are asleep upstairs, but they don't usually disturb once they are asleep, now take off your jackets and make yourself comfortable, I have some Vodka if you like'!! We nodded dumbly and she brought in 4 glasses and a bottle of Smirnoff with some lemonade. We opened the bottle and poured some from each bottle into our glasses!!'I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable' she smiled, then disappeared upstairs.Again, we were unsure what to. “Stand up.” He did.“You might as well take those right off,” she said, nodding towards his shorts. He did that too.Nick was thin but not skinny. He wasn’t muscular, but he had an athletic build, and his muscles were beginning to be defined. His tan wasn't as dark as Alexa's, evidenced by the sharp contrast between his brown, flat stomach and the stark white where his swim suit usually resided.He was blond and although his chest was hairless, there was a thin trail of almost white-blond hair.