She had nothing on under my T-shirt and backed onto me then asked me to put my arm over her, my cock was pressed against her lower back every time she... moved l became more aroused and started to gently press my cock against Steph’s warm body, l held her tight onto me and rubbed my cock up and down using her body to wank my cock, my balls tingled as l fucked Steph’s back faster then when my hot cum shot from the end of my cock l kept her tight against me as my creamy cum covered her back and held. I don’t even know what caused it, but my youth just came crashing down on me. It was like the old crack in the dam trick. It’s a trickle, then a flood of memories. I could see my dad, as he would have been at my present age, standing on the sagging porch of that half rotten frame building wearing mustard colored hunting clothes. The big twill pants held up with suspenders and the giant coat with big pockets for the quail he shot. It made me want to cry. And all those sights came pouring in. "And I suppose you think I’ll just sit still for that?" she countered, leaning back in her chair, her arms folded beneath her breasts, legs crossed, heedless of how it made her skirt ride up, actually hoping he might notice and approve."I don’t think you’ll have a choice, my dear. After all, there’s a special ingredient mixed in with your drink. I’ll give you a hint. It’s green, it glows, and there’s just enough of it to render you powerless without you noticing it. So, consider yourself. In the morning I had the usual wood and Joanie reached over and grabbing it, laughed and said “ready for round 2?” I sort of laughed and said, “do you know what would really turn me on? Give me a hand job? Nothin’ fancy, just a little rub a dub dub…” Joanie said, “sure, but you’ll have to return the favor when I want it. Deal?” “Of course. I just need this now” I said as I rolled on my back and threw off the covers. Joanie took my cock in her little hand and started to slowly rub it up and.