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Kelly was completely satisfied, sore but satisfied. The guys were getting dressed to leave, Cal and Joe went to her room to shower but they had received a call that Joe’s mom needed him, so they were gone in fifteen minutes. Kelly had let them out in a short silk robe she had, once they were gone she headed back to her room. She sat on the bed looking in the mirror, she was literally covered in cum with only purple cum soaked panties on. Toby walked in her room he was in his briefs, he too had dried cum in his briefs. Her first reaction was to cover her tits, but it seemed pointless, she looked at him “hi honey I know we need to talk”. Toby looked directly at her, “yes we need to talk, first off you are officially the team cum dumpster so congratulations. Secondly, I have now been renamed Tabby I have been butt fucked, sucked cock and given two ream jobs this afternoon. This Wednesday those two guys will be back after class, so I’d say we need to talk”! She sat with her mouth open. This Solo is a sad, sweet, tale which echoes a time that many would like to forget ever happened in this country. But it did, and the ghosts of that time live on in many families in many different ways. There isn’t a lot of explicit sex in this. It is more of a tone poem (writing which sets a mood), but it came to me almost complete in a single brilliant flash. I tried to write down what I saw and what I heard and what I felt. I hope that you can see and hear and feel some of that also. WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other Big Boobs of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age amateur or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square, you could see the remnants of a brick foundation sticking slightly out of the grass just inside where the weeds gave way to a cultivated field. In the middle of that foundation was a more modern piece of brickwork. Modern, of course, is relative. These bricks had been exposed to the elements for at least a hundred years, but they were machine-made, kiln-fired bricks rather than the hand-made, sun-dried bricks that had once been the foundation of the house. Years of wind and rain had worn those webcam soft bricks down to the point where only one or two courses still stood above ground level. With the strength that comes from the kiln, however, and without the severe winters of the more northern states to freeze and crack the mortar which held the bricks together, the benches and supports for what appeared to be a stone picnic table still stood as solid as when they had been built many decades before. The large picnic basket sitting in the middle of the table was even more modern. The lingerie food and drink inside, although classic foods of the area from days gone by, were freshly prepared. A young man sat waiting at the table. “Well ya, you’re a teenage boy, of course you’re gonna get them, your dad used to, he’d try to hide it, which only made it more obvious!” we both laughed. At webcam least not a mature boy with pubic hair or when his thing is hard. I grabbed her skirt, amateur pinching through the fabric to seize her petticoats, too. 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