Just one of those relaxed masturbation sessions back in the Old South in the olden days...
There is a point in the day, back in the southern US, that is known as 'Evening Shade' -- not quite dark but getting there... The crickets start up, the shadows grow long, maybe an ambitious owl begins to hoot...
I was 16 years old and reclining in the back seat of a Nash Rambler station wagon with my sweetie Patty Ann Princeton, a sexy, funny gal who loved to mutually masturbate. We were both naked from the waist down (tops on in case of cops) and I'm feasting my eyes on her plump pink pussy as she fingers merrily away -- her strong, capable fingers strumming on her slippery clit, her eyes rolled partway back into her head, just the very tip of a pointy pink tongue protruding from her plump full lips...
I'm hard as a steel bar and stroking away in unison, but it's Patty Ann who is the star of the show, with her sopping wet vulva and infectious giggle... It's near dark now as my sweetie approach is climax, sweat beading on her forehead, toes clinching, free hand pinching and mauling a rubbery, convoluted nipple, breath sounding in choppy pants...
And then we're there! Patty Ann shakes all over with the throes of a hard orgasm, kicking out with tense legs, murmuring tight moans of incoherent pleasure, thrashing her plump hard clittie with fanned fingers...
I am so impressed by this climax that it's almost an afterthought when I shoot several gouts of jizz all over her creamy smooth thighs --'Patty Ann is the star of the show, my princess, my teenage goddess, my Queen, my orgasm inspiration, my Jilling baby doll...
And now it's full dark night, time to wipe and blot and steal a few hot kisses before redressing and heading for home...
Patty Ann, you live on in my memory and always will.
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