This one was never sent to her.you tell me to come by and to come in and make myself at home. i walk in your house through the back door and i can hea...r that you are in the shower. i peek in and see you rinsing off after being at the beach, you have on a sexy and tight black bikini that makes your sweet ass look so good. i surprise you by opening the shower door, and leaving it open as i take off my shirt. you come over to me and kiss me and press your tits into me as i grab your ass. then you. When I'd first accepted Cheryl's invitation to Thanksgiving dinner at her folk's house during school break I'd never even thought about something like this. When we first arrived I was fascinated by Cheryl's large family gathering. Being an only c***d of older parents I'd never attended an event like this before. 'Event' was all you could call it. There were at least 30 people ranging from toddlers to grand parents, siblings and nephews, cousins, the works. At first I didn't notice Cheryl's. The re-enactment was called, “Shootout train ride.”There’s the good-guy, as sheriff trying to protect the gold, and bad-guys trying to steal it, damsels in distress and those causing it.My mind wandered back in time for a few minutes. Then I was brought back to reality when auntie told me she was going to bed. Adding, “What’d yah think of the brochure?”“I’m going on a little trip, to the old west, and watch a shoot out.”She yawned and said, “Fill me in on the details when you return,. He’d never gotten a blow job, hand job or any other kind of ‘job.’ He’d never had a girl touch his cock even through his jeans. The only things that kept him from going crazy were jerking off and the realization from locker room chats that he was not alone. At least he wasn’t weird, misery loves company. He was walking home from the local teen hangout in the small country town. He only lived a few blocks away. It was Friday night and the tiny main street was jammed with the parked cars of his.