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Finally, a message came from her, “Promise I didn’t do anything wrong and you don’t hate me?” “Of course I promise,” I immediately text back, “Youre my best friend and I love you.” Shit, I let the cat out of the bag then. “I love you too Zack,” was her stunning reply. I sat there in silence trying to figure out what it meant all night. Did she love me as a friend? Or is it something more? Or was it just her intense emotions stirring something false up inside her? Later that week, my first basketball lesson came. I drove over to Bella’s house in big cocks my beat up old Taurus and headed into the back to see her already on the court her dad made. It was cut out of indian the backyard and made of bricks, with lights on each hoop and white lines meticulously painted around it. The bricks were worn into a brown color handjob from the countless years of Bella’s practicing. It was the sight of her that captured me, though. Her long brown hair was in a messy bun atop her head, with a white Nike headband around it. She wore a tight, form fitting light blue Under Armour shirt, and when she turned her back, I could make out the straps of the sports bra underneath. She had on a pair of bright pink short athletic shorts with the same blue on the piping of the side. By short, I mean minuscule, really. They only reached a few inches past her perfect butt, showing off miles and miles of her toned bronze thighs. I set my bag down on the wooden bench and we began my lesson. Bella had me shoot from different spots on the court to take a look, and it was ugly, at best. She found something in my shot, a hitch, she said, and set off to fix it. We were out there for hours fixing this “hitch,” but nothing happened. For some reason, this became her goal of the summer. She was determined to fix whatever was wrong with my shot, and I didn’t really care, I just loved the time with her. Before every lesson, I would play through my mind how I would tell her my true feelings, but every time, I chickened out. I was nervous it would ruin our friendship, and decided to keep my desires inside as fantasy. That is, until her best friend Katy’s party. “Come in Zack,” she goaded me between drinks on the court, “you have to come.” “Bella, you know parties aren’t my thing.” “I do,” she smiled, “but we gotta get you out! Maybe you’ll even find a girl!” “Bella,” I whined, a signal of my defeat. She flashed a triumphant smile at that, and gave me the details of the party. “Don’t worry Zack, I know you’ll enjoy it,” she amateur said with a wink as I departed. Now, what the hell? "I-I-I don't think I can do this," I felt sick. Noticing the differences in skin tone from right to left. “You two are in for a real adventure! Without a second I tore into her dress exposing her tiny wet panties. After several moments of cricket chatter, I cleared my throat as I stood to speak. He shot out of bed terrified. Do you accept that?” Miranda arrived at her usual time and after checking on A.W. in his bed-room and seeing him evidently implanted into Maci in his bed, withdrew silently and went about her business preparing breakfast. His large hand compared to her tight little ass, had one handjob of her cheeks firmly in his grasp. It is a pleasant surprise. “Pussy massage.” In West Virginia, the air was hot and polluted enough already. Believe me when I tell big cocks you this, because I will help her.” "Yes, Dawn, I do" We quickly got amateur dressed. And so was the couple who had come after I had. The time was nearly two in the afternoon. And once I was only wearing my cowgirl boots, I slid to the edge of the seat and spread my legs as wide as I could and bit my lip hard. Now . . . As soon as we reached the entrance to the wooded area I stopped and sat on a large boulder which was cut out to resemble a bench. “She's that,” I panted, my dick aching in Lee's asshole. Gloria took a lip-biting moment to savor her anal penetration, closing her eyes, inhaling deeply, and letting out a sigh. She was exposed to his tongue as he began indian to lick her vaginal lips as his fingers continued upward to strum her clit. I groaned, staring at that handsome man as my brother's lips nuzzled into my shaved vulva.