It’s called ‘My Right of Free Speech.’ If you do not approve of youngsters engaged in various sexual acts . . . or if you live in one of the Go...-forsaken States that bans possessing/reading such material . . then please, PLEASE, go someplace else.This is not some 4 page fuck/suck story. This story consists of almost 30 chapters! It has the main story, the back story, lots of detail, enough sex to satisfy almost everyone and some humor. It will be posted in multiple segments.Lastly, ‘A. Amy was all eyes, and not a little excited on watching the spectacle. She finally said to Allison, "I've got to have my turn. That's just to much to watch without doing it too. I don't know about you Allison, but I'm really hot and bothered right now."Once again, Allison did not see a son performing these ablutions, she saw a sexy, handsome, naked man with a hard on. She looked at Amy in resignation to indicate she understood. Maybe she could be last.Amy waded over to Allison's two kids and. We decided that you should, remember?" she answered. "Of course. Um, does the missionary position provide good clitoral stimulation?" I ask. "What? Will you get back in there and talk to your eleven-year-old and stop worrying about our sex life." "Um, of course, baby." I walk back into Mike's room cautiously. Sort of like a lion tamer entering a cage. "Uh, your mother says yes. Anything else?" I hesitated to ask. "Yea, Dad. If I'm taking a girl from behind, how do I know if I'm hitting her. In my haste to sit up, I didn’t notice he had my shirt unbuttoned all the way, revealing that I was braless as usual. ‘You have beautiful breasts, Livi,’ he said, laying me down to kiss my nipples, enjoying how quickly he could make them stand out against my smooth skin. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that Nick was straight and that we were going to carry out the act of two people in more than platonic love with each other. He made his way back to my lips and we wasted no time getting.