It was easy for me to find myself at the other end of the old man's belt, getting the beating of my life. I learned to hate my father from an early ag.... Only much later in life would I find myself able to finally forgive him, and to also tell him so. (I never had ‘The Talk’ with my Dad. All he ever told me was why a man’s dick got hard and how it got hard. That was the total of my ‘sexual education’ from my old man. Admittedly not a lot to base your sexual awareness on, right?) After the move. .. exercise... and I can't say that I don't enjoy it." Charles was amused at the spirit evinced by the interjection."That's the first time I've watched... someone else..."The Wench arrived with fresh water, cradling Sharon's head to allow her to drink. In a moment, Sharon waved her off, taking a bit of spillage. Charles waited until she finished before asking, "And did you enjoy it?" Yeah." Sharon looked away, embarrassed."Well, it probably won't be the last time..." He picked up the Wench with. Back to our story, the three of us started talking girls, and fucking, and moved onto "would you if you were drunk" Barry started talking about trannies, and how he'd let one suck his dick, a mouth is a mouth kind of thing, Jon would just smile, and shake his head no, I felt like Barry was trying to tell me something, and the liquor was in control anyway, I finally got the nerve to ask. "So if a guy looking girly was here right now, you'd want him to suck you off?" Jon didn't say anything,. I knew this was going to take a lot of time and patience. So I will skip over all the boring stuff and get on to the good stuff. Debbie and I had to work this one day but it started raining and storming real bad with a lot of lighting. We had to close the pool, but neither of us wanted to go home so we thought we would hang out in one of the changing rooms and have couple of drinks and chill in private. This is something Debbie and I had done a couple of times before recently and she really.