.. my own plans already in place...returning your arms to around my neck I scoot forward a tiny bit on the couch for leverage and after warning you "h...ng on" I slowly stand up... your legs wrapping around me as my hands grab your legs to support you and after standing there for a moment firmly pressed against one another I slowly begin to walk us into a less open room... living rooms are nice... but not ideal for minimal attire... and I slowly set you down on a soft large bed... its luxury. She tongued me some more, after lubing my ass good, spanking my ass cheeks for good measure. Then there was a pause, and I felt the first dildo lightly press against my butthole. She put it in a little, then took it out, and fingered and tongued me some more, to be sure I was loose for a good ass fucking.Then I felt the dildo pressing again, sliding in little by little, as she worked it in and out, until it was all the way in, like it was her dick in my ass. It felt like heaven. She fucked. ." We didn't say anything and after a long minute later, the foots steps seemed to walk away as they grew lighter. Knowing they were leaving I started to fuck his ass again, nice and slow but picking up the pace as the footsteps went further away. We heard the door open and close and then the car started and they left us as my hands all over him and I was full on pounding him now. Both of us moaning even louder than before. "oh fuck.. oh fuck.. fuck my ass.... fuck my asshole." Looking him eye. Of course until that fateful night I was afraid to ever approach him. It was a Thursday and I had gone to a friend's house. I called my father and told him she and I were going to go out and get a hamburger and thick shake for supper and I wasn't sure when I'd be home. "Okay," he said, "thanks for letting me know."What I told him was a lie. He knew I often had sex, but there was no need to rub it in. Our boyfriends had come over and we talked, drank wine and at least twice slipped up to a.