A Different Kind of Lover fiction
I first met Jenny when we were k**s playing in the neighborhood. She was one of those tomboy types of girls, always climbing trees, running, and going fishing just like one of the guys. Us guys would laugh sometimes, but the truth was Jenny could run as fast and climb without difficulty as good as us boys could, sometimes faster if old man Farnsworth’s bull caught wind of us slipping through his posted property and charged.Time passed, and Jenny filled out nicely, her tiny boobs enter her...