Although she and Raaji were almost the same age, they did not become close friends. On the other hand she bonded with Fatema who could easily have bee... her mother. Eventually Anna had three of my sons and finally accepted our way of life and her position in my home. A minor thing that bothered me was that, although each woman had her own bedchamber, she usually slept in the bed with Fatema.I later learned she had a statistic streak and enjoyed being spanked. She liked to be tied up while I. “Honey,” I said—dared, “I’d rather you fuck me.”“We can do that too,” he smiled. In fact, we just had. Frank let the “honey” remark pass. He seemed—for that brief illusory moment—to be opening up. Accepting the nature of his sexuality. Accepting mine. I wanted to suck him again. Bottom for him again. Accept a few more thick drams of his love—his semen—inside me. Deep, dark. Frank’s hand was still on my thigh. I leaned over, into him. Despite everything, I wanted to kiss him. On his bare, bony. Katerina just walked up to him and asked if she could see it again. He hesitated but agreed. He pulled the sheet back down and she asked if she could touch it, he started to protest but she assured him it would be okay. She started stroking him slowly and gently and making him groan. He told her good it felt, she took his hands and put them on her breasts and told him to squeeze. This time he didn't hesitate. He told her he has fantasized about this since he was 13 years old, she shushed. She stared right at my cock pointing straight out between us. She reached out and grabbed it. She gave it a firm squeeze and said, “Oh my God, Tom. I can’t believe I could have had this all this time. Mmmmmm….” as she slowly stroked it a few times. She then held it firmly as she turned and pulled me by my cock saying, “Let’s go, Tom!” We got to the stairs and she let go of my cock as she started to ascend the stairs. I followed right behind her, my cock bobbing up and down with each step. She.