Veronica began making moaning sounds, as the sheer volume of Jeanne's cockmeat was more than she was prepared for at first. Veronica began pounding h...er fists on the bed, as she struggled to try and remain in control. Barocca and the other girls became visibly alarmed as they saw the way that Jeanne was overpowering Veronica with her cock. "Jeanne, take it easy on her, damn it!" Veronica had enough presence to raise her hand up, and signal that she was okay. But Jeanne's thick piece of. 'She's a little beaut', he said turning to look at me, 'Mind you sweetie, you're a catch yourself' and as if to emphasise his sentiments he clutched his crotch, taking a handful of his pants as if it were his penis, to show his pleasure at our presence.I knew what he meant and made no comment, except to ask for another wine from the bottle I was carrying.'That's the spirit' he said, 'I like a girl who knows what it's about'. 'I am sure I dont know what you are talking about' I replied, not. Suddenly, I realized I was watering my feet and not a potted plant. I stumbled over the hose and cursed myself. Brenda straightened up and peered over at me. She held her plastic watering bucket in front of her. “Hey,” she remarked. “Hey,” I replied back, placing my finger over the end of the hose, spraying the grass in my backyard. Awkward moment: I wondered if perhaps I had been caught stealing a peek I shouldn’t have taken. Suddenly, I realized I was still in my boxer shorts so I turned off. We did the dirty deed in the pantry closet right on top of cook's huge sack of long-grain rice. I hoped my juices and other liquids didn't seep down into the rice because I really loved the lovely rice pudding she made quite often. It didn't hurt very much and I remembered holding the red balloon in my hand and watched it floating in the air above me like some marker of my lost virginity. It was larger than ordinary balloons and seemed to be made of some material that was a bit sturdier than.