Included are lots of oral sex, coitus, anal and an exchange of partners. If any of that bothers you, please don’t read the story. If you demand that... men stay in their ‘traditional’ roles as men… don’t read this story. It may upset you. However, if the spirit of adventure and experimentation attracts you, read on. I will be interested in your comments. Please vote and please either post comments or email them to me. Thanks.] ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ ‘Are you serious?’ The man nodded. He was serious.. It was almost spring, and the trees were starting to bud. It was still cool, but not the bitter cold of winter. He stopped at a traditional looking wooden building decorated with lots of elaborate carving. Daddy had all the paperwork, and we went inside. We were married in just a few minutes. The Japanese service doesn’t have the “You may kiss the bride.” part in it, so we had to wait until we got back home for the kissing.It was the first day of the break between semesters, so we had a stay at. Her body was aching big tits rising and falling as she panted with relief.In her head the same word repeated over and over like a stuck record. ”Oh god, oh god, oh god!”The Director had the pistol cock again firing the trigger the head juddering in short powerful bursts.“Time to ride this bitch, get on all fours.”The Yank pushed her back to the bed and as she knelt on then put her face down into an ass high doggie position the younger brother pushed the leather bit back in her mouth then. She had been doing house work and was wearing a pair of short cut off sweat pants and a white cotton tank top with out a bra. She told me what had happened as she was talking to Keith she got cold and her nipples could be easily seen through the thin white cotton. She noticed Keith looking at them so jokingly she cupped her tits with her hands and said don't be looking at my boobs. He made the comment if you are cold let's go inside. She agreed and they went in our house. As she closed the door.