Man to kar raha tha bina soche samjhe apna 8″ lamba lund unki chut me pel du lekin thora dar v lag raha tha dhire dhire maine apna hath unki chut k ...taraf badaya kya kamal ki chut thi unki yaar to mano pagal ho raha tha mai ek hath se apna lund v hila raha tha unke chut pe ek v baal bahi the bilkul chikna chut tha maine himat karke ek ungli unke chut me gusa diya kya batau yaar kya tiet chut thi or itna garam tha ki lag raha tha mera ungali jal jayega mujhase to ab raha nahi ja raha tha mai. My nipples were hardening and could be seen pushing against the cotton shirt. His cock was hard. He had taken off his shirt and I guessed he would consider that the first move. So the next move would have to be mine. He had sat in the middle of the couch, so whichever side I chose, I would still be very close to him. Another good move on his part. So I knew it was decision time. I felt wet and knew that my pussy had already made the same decision his dick had. We were going to fuck. I was. Each person pairing off and "lumbering" anyavailable female. For those not from these parts, this was local dialectfor kissing and feeling each other up, and basically trying to get yourpartner to go as far as you could. It was during one of those sessionsthat my life was about to take a surprising turn! One night in early summer we were all gathered around a small fire, thecigarettes being passed around and the alcohol flowing freely. Thetoughest guy of our group and self imposed leader was a. When the others joined in, I winked at Lava-Lips and then said to the crowd, “This song also goes out to a special friend of ours,” and I nodded at Stephanie, who was standing at the front of the stage just off to our right.(Note: John Fogerty wrote Swamp River Days and is from his Blue Moon Swamp album in 1997. There is a great live version of it on his Premonition CD/DVD, also from 1997.)After we jammed that southern rock introduction for thirty-five seconds, I sang:“Two-lane ... shinin’ in.