Phased drawing Tits for kids

Please forward this phased drawing Tits for kids screen to 209. This story is based on a girl I once knew, when we lived in Texas some years ago. Her love story always touched me.

This is a work of fiction. If you do not approve of young people engaged in various sexual acts . Agencies or law-enforcement organizations are not to utilize this work product in any way. It has the main story, the back story, lots of detail, enough sex to satisfy almost everyone and some humor. Its been a labor of love. I’ve spell-checked and re-read the chapters multiple times.

Yet I am sure there are spelling errors, grammatical problems and incorrect words. My previous work had over 90,000 reads and a number of nice and constructive comments. I hope I can do as well with this effort. Ric was a junior in High School, a Tight End on the varsity football team and like most teen males, thought he was hot-shit because he was tall, a Joc, good looking, . Ric WAS easy on the eyes alright.

The downside was that he lived with his parents in a very rural setting, quite some ways on the outskirts of town. To say it was a rural setting, would be an understatement. His dad owned a ranch, 360 acres to be exact, which had been passed down through the generations for a hundred and fifty years. Ric knew that one day he would inherit the ranch, as had his father before him.

The trouble was that Ric didn’t know if he was cut out to be a rancher. Living on the ranch, and being expected to carry his own weight, he was expected to fulfil his routine of daily chores, keep up his school work, and pursue his interest in varsity football and the Martial Arts. His parents felt that they gave him plenty of freedom, but running a ranch did extract a lot of responsibilities. Perhaps he was just the strong silent type, but he was a wreck around girls when in a one-on-one situation. The other thing that was odd about Ric was that he excelled in school. There was the remote possibility that he might squeak into the Valedictorian slot, or at least the Salutatorian slot by the time graduation rolled around.

Ric’s father felt sure his son could achieve the top honors for his class if he bore down, but Ric refused to give up either football, or particularly he wasn’t going to quit Martial Arts when he had just gained his Black Belt after all these years of practice! It was March and approaching Spring Break in April. Ric was looking forward to the break from school, and was trying to figure out how to talk his parents into letting him go somewhere with his buddies, instead of staying home on Spring Break to help his dad on the ranch. It was Saturday afternoon, and he had just climbed off the John Deer tractor and walked into the kitchen for a cool drink, when he overheard his parents having a very animated conversation. That night as dinner concluded Ric asked to be excused, but his mother asked that he remain while she cleared the table, as she and his dad wanted to talk with him about something. She sat down and cleared her throat.

Ric looked at his dad, and could see he didn’t look pleased. She’s having a hard time of things, personally, right now. Ric’s mother gave his father a look Ric had not seen often. If you don’t watch that god damn mouth of yours Carl . I can make for you mister! Ric’s father threw his napkin down, and left the table in a huff.

As Carl left the room, Marge gave him a withering stare. So Ric, as I was saying, your Aunt Barbara is having a difficult time right now, and she asked if Yvette could come stay at the ranch with us for a while. I told her yes, and it looks like we’ll be getting a guest shortly. I just wanted to give you a heads-up, dear. She’ll be here at least through the end of summer, then she’ll have to get back to school. No apparently her school in France has a different schedule than yours, she’s on semester break. Now he’d never be able to talk his parents into letting him go to South Padre Island for Spring Break .

Ric mumbled to his mother while he prepared to go up to his room to hit the books. Ric lay on his bed replaying the scene from the kitchen. What was this about his cousin being in bed with a 22-year-old guy, he wondered? His cousin must be some kind of a slut he thought! Ric tried to recall Yvette’s face, but only had a hazy memory. He recalled that her father had died when she was about 8, but he could not remember what his uncle died of.