" She rushed into my arms and almost killed me with her enthusiasm. The sex that night almost most made me wish that the asshole was on hand to help ...me out. And, add to that that I was almost certain that that was exactly the reaction from me that she was hoping for. **** She didn't immediately avail herself of her opportunity. I think she wanted me to go first, make it easy on her. I didn't. It was exactly seven days later, a Friday night, that she announced that she would be going out. I. You touch my face and my eyes close, I love the simple intimacies between us. I’ve laid a towel on the bed, and I climb up to it. Laying back, I smile. But you have a game in mind, not just a simple shave. You walk to the headboard and stretch my left arm up, tying it to the post, and then walk around the bed, doing the same with my right wrist. I gaze at you, not sure why, but I trust you, and you know my body so well. You lift a pillow and direct me to raise my hips, Placing the pillow under. We could still hear the other boys at the site, but couldn’t see them anymore. We both unzipped our jeans, pulled our cocks out and let loose.“Fuck, that’s better,” I said, eyes closed, head to the sky.“Man, it’s cold tonight,” said Matt, over the sound of both our streams of piss hitting the rough ground.I looked towards Matt. “I know what’ll warm you up,” I said. “Draw swords!” I jerked around and directed my piss stream towards Matt. I got his jeans.Matt laughed. “Don’t, fuckhead!” He. It seemed the greater the taboo, the greater the thrill. He gave hard, deep thrusts into my warmth which had my whole body moving to meet him. I want to see your boobs, Mommy. I laughed, as I struggled to pull my t-shirt I wore to bed off, My boobs, baby. Mommy has tits, big tits. Or jugs, he corrected, cupping both my voluptuous tits with his hands the second they were available. Yes, baby, play with Mommys jugs, I moaned, another naughty word adding to the sin, as he took my left nipple in.