She was now in front of me and I got a terrific view of her perfect ass. It was round shaped and those cheeks moved in a delightful opposing tandem. T...he pants were so tight, I imagined seeing the dimples in her ass cheeks. I just had to see her from the front again so I reversed and went around another isle and there she was coming towards me. She was carrying grocery items in each hand and as she passed the cereal section, she reached up for a box of something and that stretched the material. ‘Buck’ Chittenden was a fifth generation Vermonter. He grew up in the house that his father was born in. Dad had first taken him hunting on the Northwest face of ‘Camel’s Hump’, when he was age 4. He too was a senior at UVM, but it was on the mountain that he found his refuge from the pressures of his school work. He especially like to be near the top of the mountain when the Bears leave their dens with their cubs. He would find such a group and observe them from a couple hundred yards. Knowing. It was an arranged marriage and our parents seemed really happy with the match. I was in my late twenties and my parents had let me have girlfriends as long as I knew that I would be marrying a woman they had chosen. I had messed around and even had a girlfriend at one point. My parents never seemed fazed and when I broke up with my girlfriend, my parents sat me down.“Listen, Sanjay, it doesn’t matter how many girlfriends you think you need before you get married, none of them will be right for. My first taste only made me want me. All I could think about was sucking that cock and making it cum. It seemed all that mattered... Making it explode, shooing cum in my mouth, giving me more of that first taste that I seemed to want and need now. D moaned and softly said, “yes.” He leaned back and ran his hand through my hair as maybe a lover would do. Then his hand moved to the back of my head. My lips already firmly wrapped around his hard dick, he started to lightly push down, encouraging.