. i was young and because my mother was so free about talking about sex i didnt know any better, but i would learn soon. "dont talk about things like ...that on the dinner table" "why, you like analsex, so why cant i talk about it?" The faces said enough, i shut up about it and we eat our dinner.16 y.o i came home for dinner, my mom opend the door and immediatly told me she used some speed i left her. She sometimes asked me that if i experiment with d**gs, i leave her some too. I left her magic. “I was going to ask if you wanted to watch me again, but when you said that Chris sometimes actually peed on you, I thought you might like it if I did it instead.”Abi blushed. “You must think I’m so weird.”“I think you’re filthy, and I love it.”In the bathroom, we each of us stripped off our clothes. Abi put in the plug to stop the pee running away, then got into the bath-tub, lying down on her back with her legs apart. I clambered after her and stood over her, one leg on either side of her. He felt useless, but he figured that the old man would probably rather have his granddaughter fussing over him than a teenage boy. He wandered into the den. There was a gas fireplace on the opposite wall. The other walls were mostly lined with books and keepsakes. A recliner faced halfway between a television and a sofa.Edward picked up a remote from the top of a pile of magazines that was next to the recliner. He turned on the TV and ran through the channels. That didn't take long because Ames. I had just played with my dildo there earlier, remember? I leaned forward and he slid in, effortlessly, and started pounding my ass.It felt wonderful.But, I want to see your face too. Let's do the missionary position.No problem, I laid down on my back on the bed with one of the pillows under my hips for ease of access. That was absolutely wonderful. I am doing it. I am finally being fucked by a man.He held out quite a while, then he warned me, “I am cumming.”“That's fine, do it.” .. and I.