“Says the young woman who invited me to do things with her I NEVER imagined she might do! And was enthusiastic about doing them!”“You refer to s...allowing after I suck you and asking you to put it in my butt?”“Those would be the two things,” I chuckled.“You foolish boy! I told you from the beginning that NOTHING was off limits in the marriage bed! Or the approximation of it that we have.”“Nothing?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.“Between the TWO OF US, «ты некультурная свинья!»” she growled, but. The later grounding and chores were by far more palatable than his original scolding. Listen to me. And listen well. This is John, you will go with him and do what he says. If you do not, it will go very badly for you and your sister as well. Do you understand me Sarah? My fathers grip tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a little shake. What do you mean? Im sure they could hear my heart beating in my chest. And the brief look at John didnt help. He didnt look that friendly when he answered. It was around ten thirty the night of the wedding. I was sitting pretty much alone at one of the long tables, most of the people my age had already left the reception. I sat watching the younger generation dancing. The band would play a couple of fast songs, then slow it down so everyone had a chance to dance. The bride and Groom thanked everyone for coming to the wedding and left the reception around ten. The crowd of friends were still there and didn't seem to mind them leaving. They were. A fingertip touch: firm, gentle, insistent, relentless. Two peaks formed and pondered release. She turned her head more and her lips found mint flavored lips. It was a moment before her lips parted, and his tongue entered her mouth, dancing with hers. Many years passed since making out in a theater was on her agenda, but it was like high school again and it was wonderful. The soundtrack of the rotten movie faded from her ears, replaced by the beating of her heart. The hand found the left side.