My dad is a project manager and was always making a lot of hours, so me and Elisabeth got really close in the years that I lived with my dad and her. ...Even though I still call her Elisabeth, I kind off see her like my mom. Especially because my biological mother was never really in the picture after the divorce. The past week my dad was on a business trip, because of a big project. My dad asked me if I could visit Elisabeth a few times in the week that he was gone. I, of course, had no problem. .' By now Clarence had taken hold of his man hood and was guiding it between my buttocks right against my anal opening. I felt the bulbous head as it probe at my anus and Clarence whisper in my ear '...you better relax and let me do this or it's gonna hurt like hell. I don't really care but you might just wanna think about having to explain why your ass hole is bleeding!...' Resentful, remorseful and reluctantly I submitted and tried my best to relax, Clarence pressed into me once, twice, his. The neighbor, Rob, gets his boys every other weekend and this is one of those weekends. They are a few years younger than Jasmine, and while she prefers older men, these two will do. She only needs a reason to get them over. Her parents are gone at her brother’s baseball game, so the house is hers for another few hours.Her predicament solves itself. One of the boys throws the football a little too hard and high and it sails over the privacy fence into her yard.“Problem solved,” she says,. Maria explained that sex was only one part of a relationship and how it could actually ruin a relationship if pushed too soon and too vehemently.“But how do I ... that is how do we... ?” he stuttered.“Lesson one is that a guy may be in the mood nearly all the time, but a girl isn’t. She needs to be wined and dined as the expression goes, and no, I don’t mean you have to necessarily take her to dinner but you need to move slowly. For instance...”She went over to the stereo and put on some.