"I never ... I never realized until I was single. Because, I mean ... Well, I was with Angela for a while, and we did it. And I was with Missy Renquis..., and we actually did it just the once, before we broke up." Elle, to whom that question had once mattered, was surprised to notice that she didn't care now. "And before then there was you, and even though we weren't ... you know ... having actual intercourse, we were still ... Playing around. And the end result was that freshman year was. "He's always wanted to fuck my ass," said my wife, "now ya'll can show him what it feels like for me. Put him up on the bed beside me so I can see you do it."I was shoved roughly onto the bed and Mo grabbed me around the throat. "I'm feeling generous so if you want to wipe some of the cum off of your wife and spread it on your ass-hole then do it quick, it might make this easier."The idea made sense to me since I had no desire to have my ass torn open so I ran my hand across my wife's stomach. I did so. After several times doing that my legs started getting tired. I let them fold and she dropped down on top of me, her dress spreading over my face. It was then that I really noticed she didn't have any panty on. Her little butt sat on my chin. In the shadows I was looking down my nose at her fuzzy little pussy. I liked looking at it. She was twelve years old. I was fourteen. I reached up and took her arms and held her there. My mouth was just beneath that little slit. It was just. She threw the comment out as fact, no emotion behind it at all. The week before she died the odometer went over 75.000 miles. Only 2 people ever drove it any more, they were Deuce and her mechanic. At the end of their Saturday and Wednesday evenings he would quietly wait downstairs as she prepared for bed. When she was ready he would give her a kiss on her left cheek, straighten her blanket and walk out of the house to go home, promptly at 9. I suppose the strict routine was a comfort to the.
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