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Anyone I know?”
In between moans I told him my boyfriend’s name, but Brad said he didn’t recognize it. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing stories about school and friends. Several of my girlfriends had already had boyfriends, which only enhanced the itch in me that needed scratching. My name is Becky, and I grew up in Liberty, Kentucky – a rural mid-western town with a lot of forests, streams and open fields to explore and play in. I’m gonna miss the hell of our weekends on Blackberry Hill, though.”
I smiled at him and said, “Yeah, me too.”
At the big tree, we hugged and spent a couple extra minutes with Brad squeezing my tits and me rubbing my hand up and down his shaft through his pants. Afterwards, as we were dressing and walking out of the forest, I said, “I guess we shouldn’t do this anymore, since my boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate it.”
Brad said, “Makes sense.
