I would practice kissing in the mirror – lean in close and smother my lips and my breath all over the dejected image that pouted back at me. By the... time I was a senior in high school I had blossomed into quite a hottie, but I was still in a slump: not only was I the Un-Touched Virgin Queen, but all around me were people – people less attractive than I, getting kissed and holding hands and making out. Where was my queue of suitors waiting to kiss me, or at least walk me to class? Of course, I. A tall man, with blond hair, and lopsided good looks. His powerful, well-muscled body moved with easy grace as he stepped back from her. He had been throwing hay into the loft, bare chested and perspiring, when she’d come across him. She wiggled her finger, daring him to catch her. ‘You’re getting slow in your old age. There was a time you’d have had no trouble catching me, Spike.Perhaps I should just give myself up to you. We’ll be here all bloody day otherwise.’ ‘Oh I’ll catch you alright and. “That old Indian and I never did find out his age, told me his name is Charley and his horse, named after Roy Roger’s horse was Trigger. After he took another big swallow of my water, said that Indian tradition compelled him to repay me with something he had and could give to me. ’As you can see, my young friend, I have nothing to give you from my pockets to pay the debt my ancestors demand I pay I do not feel you would be interested in my tired old baby maker,’ Charley suggested to me as he. I said I came inside him, and he frowned at me for a second until I returned to sucking his cock. Instead of thrashing on his dick like I did before, I slowly worked it further and further down my throat and slowly sucked him in harder and harder. I got a good rhythm going, sucking it in, down my throat, and squeezing it out with my tongue and lips. He complimented me on my skills, saying I was a natural. I just really liked his cock and tried to do to it what I'd like to be done to mine. He.