We had one night and I’ve tried desperately to draw a line under it. But how do you forget something that changed everything you’ve ever believed ...in? Brandon and I were going steady at the time; had hit a one-year milestone and Cole had been on the verge of moving on, finding a place to settle down, a regular job. I couldn’t lose him. Fucking him hadn’t been an official part of the plan but when it happened, I couldn’t regret it. He knew how to fuck and wasn’t afraid to go hard. Sex with him. The children had their own dorms, houses ... parents visited 4 or so hours a day and retired to their own houses. The children grew up together ... together means together ... same dorm ... same floor ... same room ... same shower ... same toilet. Boys and girls ... together. Children eventually grow to be teenagers ... and teens are served with huge quantities of hormones. We are, after all, here to preserve the species ... our primary goal is to reproduce.A friend of my first wife, for her. To her, it meant she was good enough. He abruptly pulled back, one strong arm rippling as his hand held her face in place. His cock left her with a slippery pop, her open eyes staring up at him in sudden surprise. The second spurt blasted her mouth, sticking to her lip before dripping downwards. Again and again, he cummed, staring at her as he violated what was left of her dignity. Three, four, five spurts of dominance hit her face, coating her cheeks and nose.Six, seven! The final blast. Gentle at first. But as my stomach tightens and my desire grows, my fingers move quicker. The hot water beats down on my hand and my exposed clit. The sensation causes my legs to tremble, making it hard to stand. I don’t care. The delicious feel of my slick lips pressed against the palm of my hand consumes my mind. Wonder if I can reach that spot Tommy always hits that makes me squirt on the bed? My eyelids drop shut. I imagine the top of Tommy’s head, my fingers tangled in his short brown.