Suddenly the door bell rang and when I went to open it I realised that the Plumber had arranged to call today to repair a small leak in the water pipe...in the cellar. The cellar door was at the back of the house and in the garden where I was sat so I had to let him in and take him into the garden.He was a nice man standing about five foot eleven, well built with strong looking arms, he only had a T shirt on and shorts with baggy legs to just above his knees.I showed him where I thought the leak. "Preparing myself to have a very difficult conversation with my daughter brought back so many memories and emotions from my crazy run with Hubby and Jason. Megan was right that I hadn't really talked to her about things the way I should have. That might have helped with whatever she's going through now ... maybe even prevented it. Unfortunately I didn't understand my own reasons for what I was doing or feeling. There has never been a time in my life when emotions ran so high and really ruled me. And so, that's pretty much the way it is."Mick had been explaining the ins and outs of gay sex. Al was surprised to learn that many gays didn't practice anal penetration at all, and that there were so many alternate modalities of physical affection between men. But none of those particularly interested him. He was obsessed with ass-fucking. Nothing else."You're what's called a butthole surfer," Mick said. "We run into quite a few of them. Married men and bi's, mostly. They're not much. When we got to Billy's place, we all ripped each other's clothing off, as I pushed Mia on her back, turned on my hands and knees. faced the other way, and lowered my pussy into her face as I lowered mine to her pussy. We licked at each other hard and fast, trying to get the other one-off first. Billy just sat back stroking his cock and watched as two hot young things licked each other in a frenzy, fingers sliding in and out of our pussies, as moans of pleasure filled the room.I felt that.