1. My Last Summer at Home - 5


    Date: 9/5/2016, Categories: First Time Lesbian Sex, Author: stifleurself, Source: xHamster 

    ... at the top shelf and started from the left; AC/DC, Aerosmith, The Allman b*****rs, The Beatles, Boston... and it went on and on. I pulled down the first release from Boston and flipped it over to look at the song titles. Written in ink at the bottom was &#034To T.C., the best boyfriend ever, from J.T. Aug 1976&#034. It was a gift from Beth's mom to her dad when they were in middle school, what a trip. All the albums were probably the original ones from back in the day. I lifted the album up and breathed in, it smelled just like that vintage record store in The Old Market in Omaha. I took the record out of the sleeve and looked at both sides. It was perfect, no scratches. I switched on the old Pioneer receiver and could see the glow of the tubes through the top vents. I gently placed the record on the turn table and pushed play, then plopped back down on the bean bag. The first song started as the needle crackled on the vinyl, and the sound was perfect and warm. &#034I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. Turned on some music to start my day. I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away.&#034 &#034It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling).When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling). I begin dreaming (more than a feeling). 'till I see Marianne walk away. I see my Marianne walkin' away.&#034 The music swirled around the room; our heads already numb form the half of a joint. We leaned back and lost all track of time. ...
    ... We listened to the second song, then the third. The wild beginning to &#034Long Time&#034 was so cool; my dad told me it was recorded in the guitar player's basement before there was even a full band. When we got almost to the end of the third song, right when the heavy riffs kick in, Beth came running out of the bathroom. She was wearing just a little pink towel and yelled &#034Awesome Song!&#034 She played air guitar with her feet wide apart, making high sweeps with her right hand to the rhythm of the guitar. Her towel slipped to floor while she had her arm high in the air; and there she was, totally naked. We hadn't been at her house longer than 30 minutes, and she had managed to get naked in front of us already. No tan lines, no pubic hair, and everything had a perfect shape and size. She's maybe 5'5&#034 110 lbs., and her boobs look big but not too big. They had no sag, and perfectly placed smooth, quarter sized areola with pencil eraser nipples. She screeched and grabbed her towel, laughing hysterically as she ran back to her bathroom. Jill wolf whistled and leaned back on the bean bag kicking her feet and laughing, and that got me started. It was so very funny, because we were so very high. Jill came back out a few minutes later with her bikini on. It was red, white, and blue with stars and stripes, the coolest swim suit I had ever seen. It barely covered her boobs, and the bottom half was so small, it was half way in her butt crack. She spun around giving us the whole ...
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