“Megan, you want to bring your pretty pussy up here? I can’t reach it from where you’re at now. It needs some loving too,” Taylor gestures t...owards his face, and Megan’s eyes go wide.“Really?” she gasps. “I… I’ve never done that before!”Taylor and I are both simultaneously shocked. “Really?” we chant in unison.“Taylor, get up!” I order. “Megan, you lay down on the bed. Relax. Let me guess. For you, sex means you suck a guy’s dick until he’s hard, then he fucks you until he cums, and then. What would you like to talk about?" I asked instead."How about what I would like to do to that sexy fucking body of yours," came a breathy reply.I felt myself gasp a little and my face begin to glow with redness. I looked up at my ceiling fan and watched the glowing blades whirl. Earlier in the summer, I had stuck glow-in-the-dark stars on each blade so I would have something to look at before falling asleep each night. It was hypnotic and kept me calm.My mouth suddenly felt dry as I tried to. She then glanced around the room and asked, “Is anyone here?”“No, everyone is over at the frat house,” I answered.“Great!” Amber exclaimed giggling, “We can make as much noise as we want to!”At that the anticipation in my brain peaked and the throbbing in my cock greatly intensified. I began to quickly wonder what Amber had in store for me and wanted to hurry and find out.Amber grabbed my hand and pulled me at jog speed into my bedroom and then she slammed the door shut behind us. Next I found. I’d been cured of guns during a run-in with my father’s 20 gauge shotgun when I was fifteen. But that’s another story for another time.”Brookpark, Ohio. 1970. Another time.Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid movement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent’s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten the old man’s shotgun out of their bedroom, loaded it, stuck it out the side door, and.