He was opening up to me, not hostile or judgmental, without realizing it himself. That evening, we stood side by side, watching the first bonfire siz...zled to life. The heat was welcoming, very appreciated, because it chased away the cool breeze of the sea. ‘I hope someone will see,’ he mumbled. It seemed that luck wasn’t with us. By the time the fire became ashes, and the sign of dawn arrived from the lightening sky, no one came. Jasper kicked the leftover and stalked off, swearing. You tell me your story and I will follow with mine...this wasn't one-sided, you realize,” she finished. I told her I started quite early when I was young taking me to meeting like she was at just that morning. Women were dressed nicely and I began an interest in ladies' legs...long, short skinny, shapely as long as they had nylons on. At home I realized I could watch you put on stockings as you always sat on a chair that was in my brother's and my bedroom near the only closet in the old farm. As she bent over and struggled with a shot I got behind her and guided her shot. She smelt like sweet sin.“Let’s make it interesting,” I said.“How?”Every shot that gets missed you or I have to take off a piece of clothing.”“Are you saying you wanna play strip pool?”“Yes, Maddi, I am. And the loser has to do whatever the winner wants after that.”She tossed the cue back and forth in her hands and thought about it for a second before she put a big smile on her face.“Do you want to fuck me?” She. I was not in my senses. I held her hand and put it on my cock. She reluctantly held it.She started rubbing it softly her touch sends shivers in my body. She was looking so hot with her hairs open and her boobs clamped in pink bra.I held her face and rubbed my cock on her lips.I tried to force it in her mouth but she refused. I understood she wasn’t comfortable. I picked her up in my arms and placed her on her bed.I pulled her skirts down in a jiffy and started kissing her feet slowly. She.