Slow at firstthen getting faster and faster. I was barely into my sandwich when Ken put his hand on my thigh again. I was being sent to my Grandad's house to help him out and to keep me out of trouble. Orly was short for Orland When I arrived, Ken called me over to him and told me that I would help him for the day. It only took about an hour to load the berries onto a waiting truck.
As they kissed, they caressed each other.
Orle got in on my right and Ken got in the drivers seat. His body heat radiated against me, like a tangible force of what he'd just said. He didn't even need to spit. He told me that it had been a long time since the two of them did anything like that.
I admired how big the mushroom head was and how much precum was coming out, running down his shaft onto his fingers.