I spent a lot of time out there with him building, first control-line, and then radio-controlled, model airplanes. My younger brother never showed muc...h interest in the models. Dad had a large group of friends who were also into building and flying model airplanes. They started a club to help organize their activities and to secure the use of undeveloped property for a flying field.It was 1980 at the time I turned sixteen years old, in the summer before my junior year of high school, and I had. Placing the iron and some charcoal in a clay pot with the broken glass I heated the clay pot in the furnace until it became red hot. Shaking it I repeatedly heated and cooled the mixture for most of a day. I had shaped the iron into a knife blank and several smaller blades with the chisels and the cut-off on the anvil. After reheating the blades until they were verging on yellow I hammered the steel until it was finally shaped. I cooled the steel first in an oil bath and then in warm water. I. I rubbed my clit furiously, pushing myself over the edge. I stopped riding with his cock fully inside me. I leaned back as a wave of pleasure hit me. I kept rubbing my clit as I felt myself cum, squirting my juices all over the guys body. As I orgasmed, my hips writhed and his cock tensed, still deep inside me, extending my orgasm as I squirted my cum again. I slowly played with my clit as my orgasm faded. His cock was still deep inside my ass. I looked at my wet mess covering his body. His. Also known as Violet Taylor! “Violet??”With tears in her eyes, Violet embraces me.“I can’t believe you’re finally here!! I’ve waited so long for you!!” As Violet holds onto me with dear life, I’m finally able to let reality sink in and I lean into her and plant a kiss on her soft lips. We kissed passionately for some time holding each other, trying to make the moment last. Finally, we’re able to let go of each other.“C’mon Oliver...let’s get you home.”She helps with my bags as we walk.