”“But you really did it. Let me think about this for a minute. I lost my virginity at sixteen, and had a robust sex life through college. I then d...ted intensely, got married for five years, and have been back on the singles circuit for about five more – a total of seventeen or so years. I think I’ve averaged having sex twice a week during that time, sometimes more and sometimes less – like the past year, and sometimes two or three times in a session. That means I’ve been fucked somewhere. Dad traveled a lot since he was a truck driver. So I know they both constantly cheated on one another.After the divorce Mom didn't remarry until I was eighteen, but she did bring a number of men to the house. Usually it was when I was gone to my friends' or at my grandparents' home. They never spent the night when I was home.I became a voyeur, watching my mother having sex with other men. She never caught me but it went on for years. I never told anyone but kept it to myself. I know a lot of. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I close my eyes this time as my mom slowly licks up the side of my face again, feeling her warm tongue over my eye, licking me all the way to my forehead. "Mmm, you taste so good, baby. Michael, get a taste." My father tilts lower, starting a lick between my cleavage, up my chest...my throat; licking all the way up the center of my face. I could tell he was getting into it as he drooled on me, not stopping until he licked my entire face; I thought he. So she used to come home often. I used to have a keen eye for her.Let me say something about Sandy. Imaginations can always run wild. But I shall and restrict it as much as possible. As mentioned earlier, Sandy was 34 years old when I met her. Sandy was wheatish in color and not the typical fair aunty that most describe their partners as. But extremely beautiful and stark and striking features. Dark brown hair dense and flowing till half of her back. Beautiful wide dark brown eyes. Slender long.