What I mean is, being forced to putout for that damn A just about freaked me. If he’d come on to me like any other guy, I might have been interested... Older guys aren’t really my thing, you understand. But like I said, he wasn’t that bad looking and doing it with a teacher might have been a trip.’ ‘How did you explain to your parents, I mean about being away all those Saturdays?’ ‘Told ’em I had to go to the library to bone up for English. What else? That way it was only half a lie.’ Ann got. It was the home births that fascinated the reader. Of course she wrote it anonymously using different names and locations. The success of the book would be months in the future. In the meantime they would have to watch their pennies until the first check came in.Gladys had long forgiven Holly from the feather incident after being promised no more torture, bondage and sadism. Just regular woman to woman lovemaking. She laid on top of Holly enjoying the embrace she was receiving. Holly loved to. As I said, my father was almost always away in those days and when he was home, some strange noises would come out of their bedroom. My brothers said it had reached the point where Daddy was spanked and humiliated just like I was, but they couldn’t be sure because they had never seen it happen.All that changed though, one weekend when Mom had invited her friends and their daughters over to our house for a “target party” which meant I had to stand in the corner with my bottom cheeks spread for. I spread her ass cheeks and slowly pushed inside her. She wiggled back and forth helping me press inside. Push and pull. We were a fucking tug of war. My balls were swollen. Her ass firmly gripping my cock. She bore down on me and I fucked harder. Pounding her. Making her ass fat jiggle and slap as the ebony python stretched her mouth. He moaned louder. His breathing deepened. "Pussy now". My cock slipped free with a pop as I pulled away.She pushed him back onto the couch and mounted him..