Aunt B was a girl that lived down the street and was never actually my aunt, but it was easier to explain when I was growing up why mom lived with ano...ther woman. Mom and Aunt B became friends in the first grade and since then have become lifelong partners. Mom says her love for sex and pussy started near a river behind my grandparents home in the seventh grade. It was a hot summer day when my aunt and mother were talking about how boys could take their shirts off and girls couldnt. Getting. My blurry eyed friend soon stirred, not sure who looked or felt worse, we looked at each other, Mike was first to respond, “WTF Happened last night?” he asked like his head was about to explode, I looked as puzzled as he was, “I have no idea mate, we got wasted, great night mate” I said not thinking of anything else to say as we both tried to focus, Jenny returned with 2 coffees which was just as the doctor ordered,“Here you go boys” she said as she handed them to us as we sat up in bed, “Looks. .start sucking my dick bitch...!' Trying to balance my self, I had to reach out and take hold of his thighs, he moaned and the guy behind me found my tightly closed bung hole and pressed harshly against my outer sphincter muscle ring. He pulled back and spit again into my buttcrack and this time I heard him spit again, but didn't feel impact. I guess he spit on his penis, cause this time his head begin to probe deeper into my anus. I tried to cry out around the tube of man meat in my mouth only. “Be yourself. Don’t try to be what anyone else wants you to be, and that includes your wives, well, more specifically, Jessica.”“I’m not sure I follow you. She hasn’t said or done anything that makes me feel like I’m being manipulated or forced into some kind of straitjacket.”I put the car in gear and headed for the booth to pay for parking.“No, of course not. But you have an idea of what she wants, and while it’s important to keep your wife happy, you have to be happy as well. And don’t give.