One session as we called them sticks in my mind practically, it was this time around my house as my parents was working all day and now they felt it O... for me to stay home alone. (School Break)I had rang Peter up early morning and asked if he wanted to come to mine for the day, told him we would be all on our own, “hang on I’ll check with my mum, yeah that’s OK with her, what are we gonna do” thought we could play football and a few board games I said, “yeah sounds cool” be around about 11.00. Finally, even though I had my lips open, trying to catch his cockhead between them, Jay ordered me to open wide and sank his cock into my head in one smooth slow thrust. With his hand now gripping the hair above my forehead, I could do nothing but let him make the slow insertion, feeling my throat stretch as he shoved his entire length into me. He let out a mixed moan and sigh of pleasure as my lips, tongue and throat muscles all worked to milk his long black shaft. I slid my hands up to his. I thought I was past that. I thought I had resigned myself to my fate. Only now do I understand that I was not as willing to give everything up as I had thought. Only Teddy supports me. He alone is willing to stand up for me in memory of all that we have been. His characteristic lack of expression, never questioning, always accepting, no matter what horrible thing I have done. Teddy remembers how it was before, how we were before. He doesn’t forget. He is a testament of what once was in his. The woman were sitting on the couch just laughing and laughing about stupid stuff. We were all pretty wasted at this point. Then the conversation changed to a completely different subject. I don’t know who the subject came up but Nancy stated that they were swingers. She said that they don’t have any k**s and they plan on enjoying life. She said that they come out 3 to 4 times a year and they always have a good time. Amy started laughing uncontrollable, she said ‘you have met the wrong ones’..