Ai Tsukimoto: A Thirsty, Uninhibited Woman Who Craves A Good Drink And An Even Better Fuck.

i knew for a fact that i could out-run my friend in a foot race, so i took solace in beleiving i could out-run his friend too. Porn it never came. it was as if she knew. this, my usual, was for all of that to have been on his fingers by now, and i had grown accustomed to the predictability of us. our usual was behind my grandfather’s house in an old barn, but this day he took me down the path behind the old schoolhouse where the wild plum bushes were. “how is he a friend?”, i asked. when we entered the plum patch, he turned and said, “he’s gonna be mad if you run again…are you gonna?” i shook my head no, and followed him through the briars that had little peices of my skin draped about them from the day before. this time he ran, and i broke into a run that wouldn’t make him feel like a wus as i hovered upon