Today can't fucking beTuesday!" I fumed."Well Michael, I don't know what happened but make sure it doesn't happenagain," she answered before setting m...y plate in front of me.My mother walked off without another word. I sat confounded...yesterday?Yesterday? What the fuck was I doing yesterday then? Last thing Iremember is going to bed on Sunday...and today I just woke up...and todayis...is Tuesday? Well what the fuck happened, did I sleep through all ofMonday and into Tuesday? But I had my alarm. You picked me up and pinned me to the oak tree with my legs wrapped around your waist and I was just about to come right then and there but I stopped you because I was afraid of being a cheater.”“Of all the things to be afraid of…” he murmured as he shook his head as if to shake away the frustrations of my naivety during my teenage years. “I wanted to make love to you under that tree so many times. It felt so right, so natural to be surrounded by trees and sunlight and curious forest animals.”. He came to me and pressed his body against mine. My hands wrapped around his body and we both were cuddling like lovers. His hands cupped my face and I could smell my juices on his fingers. He opened the buttons of my nighty and moved down to kiss my neck and chest area. He opened my top completely and my front was on full display. I was wearing a bra and my nipples were erect once again.He cupped my boobs and pressed them lightly against my bra. He then buried his face in my cleavage and. He pushed a tiny bit further, just feeling her hymen, and feeling it stretch to the point of breaking. A slight tug, and it was gone. A small tattered piece of flesh, that had served its purpose, and was now to be a memory, only. He remained still, feeling her pussy contract and release around him. He watched her face, looking for signs of discomfort, but only saw the shine that glimmered in her eyes. He pushed a little deeper, and she moaned. Not from pain, but from anticipation. He pushed.