"Don't just sit there. Kiss my asshole for me. Give mommy's butt hole a nice, sloppy kiss. Make it wet for me so your prick will go in easier." Kiss y...ur asshole, mom?" Marty asked, the thought having been alien to him thus far in his life. Had anybody ever done such a thing? Put their mouth on someone else's asshole? The teenage boy didn't know, but he knew his own mother certainly asked him to do so, and certainly she wouldn't ask him to do something that wasn't nice to do.With Stephanie. “Oh dear,” said Evie getting off Jake, who was none too happy at this turn of events. “Look girls,” she went on, “this is what happens. Watch.”She put her hand on Jake and started to rub up and down.“What happens is this gets stiff, it goes inside you, up in between your legs, either with you on top or the man, and then you both work together to slide it in and out and after a while... there,” Jake’s member performed its primary function and his essence fountained into the air. “That’s the. A couple of years later I got married I moved a few miles away from our family home but used to return frequently to see my parents and to help them in some way.It was on one such occasion 5 or 6 years after I was married that I returned to family home but nobody was in. The same neighbours were still living in the house next door, but the son and daughter had since moved out. I was going to let myself into my parents house as I desperately needed a pee, but when I checked my keys the front. “Good morning Lord Terrance,” he said. His voice was not carefully cultured like so many upper crust Brits. His was what I thought of as normal, and therefore more trustworthy.“Good morning, Chief Younger,” I replied just as sincerely.The Chief waved towards the conference table. “Why don’t we get comfortable, so that I can share some facts about a dilemma our government is facing, and then ask you for a favor?” Even though he phrased it as a question, it was more of an opening gambit to relax.