He grabs the magazine and flips to a page. I stick out my tongue at him in mock anger, but I’m actually enjoying the attention and the closeness. Sex They are both naked, and she seems to have his…thing…in her mouth. It bounces comically as he walks. Brad is still buried deep within me. He grips my thighs lightly, spreading them further apart, and positions himself over me. “Hey, wanna try something else?” He winks, and I nod, hesitant. I nod again. Then I notice that his shorts are unzipped, and his hand is down the front of them. At first my eyes, accustomed to the brightness by the window, are unable to make out any details in the dimness below. Sweat trickles coolly down my back, sticking my t-shirt to the moist skin underneath. He kneels between my legs for a moment, then stretches out on top of me. “What, just like that?” I gasp, incredulous. As soon as he is finished, he leads the horse outside and releases it. “It’s just me,” I call back. I think yours are sorta cute…” As if to confirm his words, his hand slides under my shirt. Brad jumps up guiltily, stuffing the magazine back under his shirt. “I’ll probably never have great tits like those…”
“Hey…” Brad’s voice is warm and soothing.
