" she gasped involuntarily, as Ryan played with her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.In the midst of her self recrimination, and fear, she...suddenly became aware of Ryan’s fingers rubbing tight little circles over her aroused clitoris.As she felt the pressure building in her pussy, she thought, 'No, not like this.’ but the more she fought it, the stronger it became.She grasped hold of her other thigh, trying desperately to stop her hips from rolling to the rhythm that Ryan was. He started working a finger in my ass and again it felt really good. I had played with toys before so it wasn’t painful, if just felt good. He kept up the fingering all the while asking me if I was OK, and if I wanted him to continue. The next thing I felt was lube being applied to my ass. He told me to relax and he would make me feel really good. I tried to breath and relax, but I’m not sure I was able to breath at that point, just knowing what was about to happen. He had roll over on my. It would not do to open ourselves up to the storm of criticism that would follow such a disclosure.Evie knew something was different because I was happier when she next saw me. She had no idea why I was happy, but if a fourteen year old boy is all of a sudden happy, sex is usually somewhere in the equation.Just saying... Deirdre spent every evening with me, in my room. If Chasen was home our get together was always much later in the evening, because he loved to spend time with both of us, and. It scares me to think of it, but this place may be reminding me of Heinlein's Nest in Stranger in a Strange Land -- at least in the sense that people are absolutely open about sex.Art, Cathy, and Edie had adjourned from the literal love seat of the living room to a comfortable bedroom, where, I hoped, they'd pace themselves. Clearly, Art would need rest. While his predicament would appeal to a great many men, it really did encourage me to think about the sort of men that we'd want in our.