Marsha moaned in pleasure as my finger entered her ass, first to the knuckle and then all the way in. As I gently manipulated her ass I added a second... finger which brought out a low moan. Then to my surprise she got up on all fours on the bed her ass hanging over the edge as she said “baby you took care of my pussy, now it’s time to fuck my sweet ass”. With that I stood by the edge of the bed and aimed my cock right to the center of her ass rubbing the head of my cock against her rosebud. I. Sure ... why not.7th street took a jog at Main ... but the sign one block west read: Montana State University ... with an arrow pointing south. So I didn’t turn on 7th ... I turned south on 8th. Up the slight hill the truck coughed. I turned in at the Exxon. I suppose I could have turned across traffic and bought gas at the Mini Mart ... but there was FULL SERVICE ad the Exxon.The attendants shirt read Roy.“I ran out of gas, Roy. Fill ‘er up, please... “Yes Ma’am ... those tipi poles?” He was. She always had glistening lipgloss, smoky eye shadow, and the perfect slutty outfit?usually fromstores like Victoria's Secret and Forever 21. Guys worshipped her.I was the male opposite of Carrie. Maybe that is why we became bestfriends. I was not very popular?the kind of guy who was always the lastpick when picking teams. I was more interested in fashion than football.Keep in mind; this was 10 years ago, when effeminate guys like me werenot the norm. Before heterosexuals were cool. . .comfort him...when he softly spoke...you...think..about girls...much? he asked...still staring up..ummm...well...yea...I guess..a little..sometimes...(being only 12 years old...and almost constantly horny lately..I had kinda been checcking out some of the girls at school..but...wasnt ready to say or do anything..although I had been stroking alot lately...almost everynight)why? I asked...do you?he sighed and shrugged) no...not really...I leaned back on my elbow beside him looking at him curious.