This story happened back in 2008, when I was going to college in Arizona. At the time I was 19 and my buddy was 21. Precursor to the story, a few week...s prior, while camping, everyone got drunk, including myself. When I would get drunk, I would usually call up one of my best girl-friends and for some reason hand my phone off to everyone. While doing so, my friend ended up talking to my buddy, we'll call him Tom. Anyways, whatever conversation they had, it was apparently pretty deep. So the next. She shivered out a keen like I’d not heard for quite some time, and I knew she was getting close. Just like I knew I had nice welts down my back, my sweat soaked skin was beginning to sting, but I couldn’t have cared less. The car, the dress, the scratches, my girl. The world could have been going to hell around us and in that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted to see it. I knew she threw her head back when she came, so I slid my hand behind her skull, into those flaming curls and brought her eyes. "He isn't kicking it your way deliberately," said Liz, who was watchingthem."Well, I wish the ball would go away. Gemma has been knocked overtwice," said Emma."Michelle, can you go and get me the loaf of bread, cheese and margarinefrom the kitchen please," said Liz. "Oh, and ask Judy to bring a knifeplease."Soon, Michael and Judy were bringing the requested items to her andplaced them on the table in front of her."Come and get some cheese sandwiches for lunch," called Liz.The children stopped. I didn’t mind at all. Her perfume was not overpowering, but it was just enough to do the trick. It went into my nose and straight to my dick. “Good morning!” she said with a smile, “thanks for taking me.” “My pleasure. Tracey, you look great. You’re so damn hot,” I blurted. She turned at looked me in the eye with a slight, knowing smile on her face. “Thanks,” she said softly. I backed out of the driveway and we headed off. I couldn’t help but stare at her legs. She had crossed her right leg.