"I'll call you when I get there." he said to as he got into his car.After Fred left, I went back into my bedroom and read my book. Then, the phone ran...g. I answered it and Chris was on the other line. He called me because he's been thinking and dreaming about me since school was out. Then, he said he wanted to come over and see me. I was so excited about that. When Chris came over, I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. He looked like he didn't change one bit. He still had the same short blond. She watched as he lowered his hand and pulled a knee up to rest it on, unbothered by his nudity. He was clearly more interested in finding out who she was. ‘Come back. Lay down so we can talk,’ he suggested. He surmised that since most girls loved to talk and cuddle after sex, he could tempt her to stay long enough to find out who she was because he suddenly realized he’d like to get to know her a lotbetter. ‘It’s kind of chilly. Come lie beside me,’ he cooed, trying to tempt her. He failed.. "I looked up at him, and he smiled and winked at me so I patted the girl's hand and went about my business.The next morning, Foster sent me and George out, telling us loud enough for the women to hear, that he wanted the Hessians found and found quickly. We both understood it was just a show and rode to a stream where we could rest until sundown."That there June girl," George said, "she's a right purty one." Hard to tell," I said."Then you didn' even look at her. Mother's good lookin' too. Damn. Etta took great pleasure in the fact that my lust for her had compelled me to seize control of our coupling, and she was thrilled to be just passionately TAKEN, just USED by my young cock, which rutted in and out of her frantically. Etta moaned and groaned loudly and extended her orgasm—or maybe had another—I could not tell which. Gasping for air, she exclaimed: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh My God! Don’t stop!” I pulled Etta to the edge of the bed and repositioned her to gain better leverage for my.