On a night his wife was at work he started talking about sex again. One thing led to another and I let him screw me in the ass ...and I remembered how... much I loved it. The next year while on vacation there with my wife, on a night his was working and mine was out doing genealogy research with a friend we had a repeat and I let him spew in me again. I didn’t have to be coerced this time, and he gave me a thrill I had been craving for years, loving it much more than the dildos I secretly used. My parents where ok dad was a bit modern and mum was well cool always wearing the latest fashions, right thats a bit about my family let the story begin. I lay in my bedroom one day reading a footy mag and had tunes booming out of my hi-fi when I heard mum and dad arguing about money, dad was saying it was bad that mum had spent so much on clothes the door slammed and dad drove off in the car.I went down stairs and mum was crying I asked what was wrong she sobbed out everything, she said she. . just left it open a crack so I could peek. And Nancy backed out of Eric's apartment with her face the color of a ripe tomato. She was stammering and trying to make him listen, but his door shut right in her face. So she whirled around and stomped down the hall to the stairs. She shot a black look toward my door and disappeared.Eric's door opened again and he came out. He stood there for a minute looking toward Duane's apartment, then mine. And finally he came toward me. I shut the door in a. Within seconds, Claire had expertly made 2 lines… “1 each?” she said…. Who was I to argue?…I nodded… Before I could blink, Claire had sniffed both lines of the white powder, and was standing up….. “Fuck me, that is mental gear” she said, swaying…. “ Your turn” she said, with that, she sat on the sofa, & picked up the mirror with the coke on it…. carefully she tipped the mirror up, & sprinkled the coke over her ample tits… “I think it will have a better effect if you do it from here” she said…….