It had been almost fifteen years since I had seen her, but there was no doubt that Mrs. Cindy Meyers was the Cindy Elwell that I had gone steady with ...for three years in high school. The very same Cindy Elwell who had given me her cherry (in exchange for mine) in the back seat of my father's Pontiac, who had given me my first blowjob, who had asked me to fuck her in the ass, and who had abandoned me for a college student in our senior year.She recognized me at the same instant and the cheery. I could clearly make out the size of his dick which stood erect and pointed with a drop of pre-cum wetting the white blanket..I was just imagining how it would look like. fair as his skin tone or as black as his father’s..Meanwhile I could feel Shyam was applying gentle force to get inside my pussy. I relaxed my thighs and hole and then slowly he pushed his dick inside me.It pained a little at first but the pain went off as he was rubbing my clit with his hand. It was a pain plus pleasure. Shit, that damned pistol was heavy, but not as heavy at that shotgun what Ma favored. It was a muzzle-loading flintlock, too, but I was right proud of it, since it could kill most anythin' I was likely ta shoot at. The schoolteacher made me leave it at the door. I think that he was afraid I might think ill of him an' fergit myself.Well, it was 1859 and the secession and slavery questions was rattlin' around and about the countryside. My Pa did not pay much mind ta that kind of talk. He always. Hell, I smiled like a madman, too.Neither Candice nor Kathryn looked surprised when we broke the news about our more serious relationship to them. Since Candice was now seeing a guy, it was not any big deal to her, but Kathryn complained a bit about the increasing battery consumption. Lindsay looked at her."I never said that you couldn't borrow him, Kath."I turned to Lindsay, looking shocked. She giggled when she looked at me."Don't you dare to say, Buster, that you have not enjoyed your.