We don’t get together hereabouts sept for thanksgiving, and barn dances so you can see its something extraordinary, and most folk well attend, if th...ey can the k**s stay home to see the a****ls fed and milked. drawing lots as to who stays home if they have no k**s, its bad manners for no one from a family to attend. The first to arrive on the Friday afternoon was the parson, here to bless the barn. he`s getting a bit old so as we hadn’t spare bed`s he had to share a bed with Rosie for the night,. I thought this was a bad idea. Shirley came over and hugged me. Her big tits swayed dangerously in her mostly unbuttoned blouse. When she hugged me she made a point to press them against me. When we broke she let her fingers slide over the side of one of my tits. Mark sat back down while Shirley stood. Mark told me she was a great fuck. She gave great head and was always looking for a good time. She laughed and said Mark's cock always got her wet. I knew Mark wasn't the kind to settle. This was a completely bizarre sensation for me, but I loved it. I was tight, but did not seem to notice the pain as he moved ever forward, painstakingly slow, allowing me to relax and accommodate him. Even now, in the fervent heat, he was as gentle as ever.Once his whole girth was inside me, he slipped quickly forward, and I let out a small involuntary scream. I felt him reach the end, and his pelvis was firmly pressed against my buttocks. It was the most liberating and arousing feeling I had. Jesse told me how she loved it so much in California, and had discovered her ‘punk rocker’ side. She designed clothing for different local bands, and worked with all these cool rocker types. She also said she occasionally dated girls, and loved the experience. I was very curious, and pictured my hot punk rocker friend making love to a shy timid nerd type like me. I had never been with a girl, but was always curious. She mentioned tattoos and piercings, but I didn’t dare ask.