. self-sufficient... as her!One November Saturday, I sent the boys off to the Science Museum with their father, and I went over to Nicki's, my heart p...unding because I had made up my mind it was going to be today. My body had been telling me the time was right for a couple of weeks. My lover let me in and kissed me tenderly."How do you feel?" She asked."I feel good... I feel ready," I confirmed, nodding firmly.I knew this was quite a big step, and I was glad Nicki had made me wait until now.We. It sure did seem weird that the ground was all covered with ice all the time in that long-ago time but the story was lots of fun and he had watched it more times than he could possibly remember after all this time.Next month, he was due to go to a real school, not the kitchen table with either mom or dad telling him stuff that they wanted him to remember even when he thought it was downright silly and dumb like what most grown-ups thought was real important for some reason he didn’t quite. ...?" Of Parliament, yes" laughed her local MP "Fucking tasty cunt you have there my girl"."Better watch yourself, or Kurt will have you de-selected or disembowelled or something nasty" said Gemma rubbing her clit hard.Ten minutes later the music started again and everyone swapped places. Samantha ended up impaled on Kurt "wow you must have had some action up there" and filled his arse with spunk.The next 'game' had Gemma double fucked, standing up, by the two pale T-girls, fitted with PtoA. ..all he had was the full upward male stare vista of J’Arnie’s gaped cunny and poop shooter, her arsehole shaped by a glorious silver butt-plug. ....what a view...what a private contoured landscape of flesh. All he felt next was his face buried in her fem-holes.His face was where a males face dreams of being...buried in soft fem-flesh. J’Arnie the tart-let was grinding into his tongue and his nose. Letting him taste and smell her.Geez she smelt musky...as in a sexy hungry odour. Her fondled her.