It was really crowded that morning. And I was being squished among a lot of people. A wonderful start to that long day, I thought to myself. Suddenly,...I felt it. There, again… definitely more than just a quick accidental contact. A pair of hands was stroking my round ass cheeks through my tight skirt. I should normally be offended, but that soft contact felt so good…It was not an aggressive groping. Those hands were exploring the contours of my firm butt as though it was a masterpiece of art.. "Slumber parties. I didn't want to go when I found out what was going on--what was expected of me. But they gave me a really hardtime. Called me names and made fun of me. So I . . . finally had to goalong. But I don't like myself for being weak. I guess in some ways,that makes me just about as rotten a person as my mother . . . "No, Davie, no!" he defended. His jaw was clenched but there was compassion in his eyes. Compassion, pain and great love. He blamed himself for his daughter's. He moaned (as I was I am sure) with delight. I moved to the other and repeated my actions. Then, I moved to the head of his gorgeous instrument and took it into MY mouth. It felt SOOOOOOOO normal as if we were meant to be like this from the day we were born.It didn't take long before both of us were working each other into a frenzy. My hips were beginning to move and my cock was sliding in and out of Brandon's mouth. He copied my actions to a tee. We kept a rhythm that we both found and enjoyed. " It's the same as cunt fucking except the ass is tighter and you have to put spit on the asshole so your prick will go in." Why did you want David to do that, Sally?" Because John wouldn't do it. He was afraid his big prick would hurt me." Did it feel good?" Wow! It was neat!"Alice took over the leadership. These digressions could start up each time some new type of action was mentioned. Besides, when it came to sex acts talking didn't help much, you could describe the actions you went.