" Granma McCutcheon looked down at the front of my jeans, and she shook her head, and she said, "Wendell, ain't nobody ever learned you about the bird...s and the bees?" I said, "Granma, this ain't no time fer talking about insects and flyin' critters. I need help with my pecker!" Granma McCutcheon said, "No, Wendell, what I'm tryin' to say is, ain't your Ma never told you the facts of life?" Now I was real confused, cause only facts I ever knowed about was what's in them 'cyclopaedia books my Ma. May we always have to say 'please'."During all this our kids were getting more attention than they were ever used to. Suddenly they had three aunts, three uncles and a Grandma who all wanted to play with them and talk to them. They felt somewhat bewildered with all the affection thrown at them so suddenly, but quickly bounced back with smiles on their faces.After dinner I grabbed George by his arm and led him to the balcony."George, I don't know what Tracy has told you. I only know that she is. Her thoughts continue to plague her as she reaches the party. Music is already pumping and people inside are dancing to the beat. She looks around for David and sees him by the kitchen bar, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans and helping himself to a drink. He glances up and sees her, his face lighting up with a dazzling smile. “Annie, hey! You look fantastic!” he says, unexpectedly giving her a hug. “Thank you. So, was it a surprise?” she asks, her face breaking into a smile. “Totally!. She deserved it.I went back to our room and waited for her. I could not believe Ana was surrounding her asshole every night to our friend, but it was true. She had been well sodomized and had enjoyed every minute of Peter’s cock deep inside her asshole. I could not do anything to avoid it.Maybe about two hours more passed when I heard Anita coming through the door. Where had she been during all this time? Had they fucked again in his room? Was she filled with sticky semen?.My sweet Ana looked.