The barn smelled like a combination of fresh hay, cigarettes, and alcohol. Andy's friend Nathan was the host of the party, and also the DJ. He was abo...ut as tall, if not taller, than Andy, but he had jet black hair and blue eyes. "Wow," I thought to myself, "If all Southern guys look like Andy and Nathan, I could really get used to it down here!" The girls looked like the stereotypical southern belles: blonde hair, about 5'5", and all wearing beautiful, brightly colored summer dresses. The guys,. , backed into the evergreen-choked driveway of my stepson-in-law's rented house. I sit in my camper at a fold-down table to write this.The houses front on narrow streets without sidewalks. Shallow front yards with a fringe of inconsistent grass border the rows of Korean War-era, single-story, hasty-built houses.Vance and Tanya rent one of these. The eave boards are rotted and paint is peeling in ribbons down their length. A patina of 40 years of neglect and an uneven growth of grey-green moss. Jo main site pochnay per meri dost k sath ho a to agay chal thay hain.us he ki zabani wo main us say roz khenay lagi k wo mujh ko b apnay bhae say chud way per us ko to mazay lagay ho e thay or khush thi or is tharhaan din guzar thay rahay or main nay b khena chor dia or sexy pic dekh kar unglian kar kay sakoon hasil kar thi rahi kuch din say us ki tabiath theek nahi lag rahee thi to main nay us say kaha k kya ho gaya hay tum aj kal tum sahi say nahi ati nidhal nidhal si ho gae ho to khenay. He reached behind and began grabbing my hard on. It was so hard. We went and sat down in a corner area where we could be undisturbed. He proceeded to grab and rub my cock through my pants. He put his face to mine and snuggled close. He kissed my ear and whispered that we should go someplace and be alone. We walked around together, smoked a cigarette and walked to the wooden shack in a neighbors yard. We went into the shed/wood fort and shut the door. He told me to sit on his lap. I felt.