There were plenty rooms, bathrooms and space to let kids be kids. The people they should have been able to trust the most had abused mostt of them, th...ir parents.It was a cause that is near and dear to my heart. A very belligerent, angry, violent, drunken mother raised me, so my "view" of women in the world was "perverted" by the one roll model I was supposed to be able to trust.It took a lot of therapy to overcome much of that and I still don't give a rat's ass about my mother. She still. I also found myself very stimulated by the experience but decided against doing it again.Two days later at about the same time I was again naked apart from the panties and held the curtains closed but looking out watching the windows go dark. Once the majority had and I could not see anyone I waited a few seconds longer and then pulled them apart before standing in the light of the streetlamps and moon in the window. Again I felt such a rush and after a couple of minutes turned my lights on and. I pulled my finger out of her asshole, and I pushed the head of my cock against it. Slowly her asshole began to stretch open and welcome my cock. As it stretched, Ivy gasped and moaned loudly and while whispering "Ah, It's so big!" I kept it going and soon it was all in. I smiled widely and slapped her ass playfully as I began to thrust in and out. My cock was pounded into her tight little ass hole with all my might as she laid there taking it and gripping the bed sheets with her hands. She. I raised both of her limpivory hands to my lips. Murmuring her name along with a host of endearmentsI fervently kissed her delicate fingers.'Looking up from my tender task, I spied Richardson hard at work. He hadfound a writing desk and quills aplenty and was already scribblingfuriously upon the foolscap he had carried into the suite.'"I say, Philip!" I complained. "Must that peeping Tom author of yours bepresent for all this? Can't you dismiss him for the time being and relatethese horrible.