Then on her belly, with her ass pushed up and seemingly ready for me to lick. Her little bud puckered and pulsing with each movement. Seemingly beggin... for attention. Wow, did I ever want to bury my face in that bitch’s puss and ass. This went on many summer days all through school for a few years even as I went into college. ~~~She was known for her hand-sewn clothes. She was quite adept at this. She would make us summer tees and shorts, all of us, her and dad included. When she would sew. I can’t remember but almost after a minute I felt that my ass hole is getting very wet and lubricated and his breathe in my ear was getting quicker I knew he came, as he stopped fucking my butt, his dick was still pulsating inside me, and he started to calm down, and then he whispered in my ear; “ you know what boy, I can spot you twinks from a mile, but I didn’t expect you got such a nice ass, thank you” , and he pulled out grabbed his towel around his waist and left, I stayed a while still. She liked his bottom lip. She had wanted this for so long se thought she might orgasm again just with the kiss. James knew that he had not imaged the kiss being as good as it was. It was better. He returned her gestures with his tongue. Oh God she was good. Susan pulled back, ‘I think that one of us needs to disrobe. Do you need help?’ James still had one arm wrapped around Susan’s waist. ‘You do not move a muscle.’ He started to undo his belt and pants. With the zipping down of his Dockers,. We jumped up andpound the walls with our shoes, yelling at the top ofour lungs. No response.Another several hours passed. We were exhausted withfear, anxiety and… ok I’ll admit it: sex.“Julia,” Carol looked at me plaintively, “I am sorry butI really need to go now.”“Pee?”“No, the other one,” Carol looked at me with someembarrassment.I steeled myself. “I understand. I want to do this foryou.”“OK,” Carol said,.