I’d catch an opportunity when the bride would be gone shopping or to one of the kid’s house and head for the goat shed. Mature sex Somewhere along the line, after Leo had explained the birds and bees to Mae and me, Paul and I made her little pussy the object of our pleasure. I got there… but that’s not what this story is about. But let’s go for a ride.”
I knew of a large, commercial garden just outside of town. I stopped my VW Beetle just long enough for us to jump out and grab three cantaloupes, each. During high school, both of us snagged girlfriends that didn’t hesitate to fuck; quite often we would fill both seats in Paul’s old Ford with naked bodies, but they wouldn’t work a swap with their goods. The cantaloupe. His older brother, Jerry, had already spent time in the Army and had his own apartment, so Paul moved in with him to finish his senior year.
