Eric Conlon could eye her through binoculars any day of the week.Eric was the hottest guy in school, captain of the football time, quarterback, star s...oftball pitcher and a forward on the ice hockey squad. He was so buff; he lifted weights every day in the school gym. She loved his car, a banana yellow Camaro with black racing stripes, just like in the movies. And the way it sounded? Oh, my God, she loved the deep-throated rumble of its masculine, V8 engine. She wouldn't mind losing her. I could almost feel the wetness flood her vagina and it seemed as if my fingers were a dam, locking her flow inside of her as it pressed against me trying to gush out. J was pushing her body into my fingers and when I looked over I saw her eyes closed, teeth biting down on her lower lip and her tits moving up and down in a nice rhythm."mmmm" were the noises escaping her mouth, almost u*********sly. The more she pushed into the finger fucking she was receiving the harder she rubbed my ass, still. Jack would make his way home about eleven o’clock or so at night and sit on his porch and relax for a while before he would start to write. That gave him a bit of time to regain his composure if he had a bit to drink and wouldn’t adversely affect his writing. Not that he felt it could be any better or worse from the booze, but you never knew.When the summer ended this year Jack thought he had just about finished writing his story and by the time the leaves turned from green to hues of gold,. I should have known then that I wasn’t going to be satisfied and I wasn’t. His cock was half the size of the pictures that I had seen, hardly a mouthful and he could only stay hard long enough to cum once before he fell asleep for the evening. My first internet cock was so disappointing; it’s a surprise that I came back for more. I’m glad I did because the next cock I encountered was the best fuck I have ever had. Within a couple of weeks, I was back looking for the fuck I should have had the.