As his fingers grow more bold, and his lips tug harder, she begins to mewl in lustful pleasure. Her hips buck as he presses his thumb over her clit. A...s her resistance fails her, between quiet moans she begs, "You have to stop... You can't do this." He feels her resistance weakening. The walls of her wet pussy squeeze and pull on his probing fingers. His head is filled with the want of have those walls squeeze and pull at his painfully hard member, tightly restrained in his shorts. With his free. Ohhh shit! She was finger-fucking me, as I stood in front of her, making out with her! I didn't know exactly where to put my hands, but with a leg lifted, I needed to balance myself; I wrapped both my arms around her slim back, clutching her, leaning into her as our faces meshed together in a sloppy kiss, and her fingers drove into my cunt.She was totally leading me, which is okay, because in bed normally I let the guy be the aggressor. I was slightly bothered that we were in her backyard,. She moaned in a wild lust I could not have imagined her capable of producing, bucking against his body as he used her. Soon, he withdrew and went around behind her, parting her buttocks. She gasped and groaned as he invaded her backside, which was the signal for the other lad to come around and take his place before her, penetrating her vagina with a quick thrust. Her head lolled against her forward partner’s shoulder, her eyes closed and mouth open, sweat streaming down her face. The young men. Ain't a summer goes by that I don't fall in the river!"His fedora hat was shabby and sweat-stained. Sparkling eyes peered from under that tattered brim, set in a craggy face wrinkled by years of sun and work. Behind his eyes one could sense a sadness, a sorrowful secret. Graydon would learn that Patch had been in the "Great War" and had survived trench warfare and poison gas. He returned home never to speak of it, wanting only to forget. Patch abandoned his roots in the Ozarks to settle in the.