I rubbed my butthole the same way that I saw her rubbing her pussy. When she finally spoke, she almost yelled at me and said yeah do it! I didn't know...what she meant until she told me to stick a finger in my butt. I tried it and it felt funky but didn't go in far, but it did feel pretty good. She said to do like this, and licked her finger on her free hand and stuck it in her own ass. I did it, my finger already tasted poopy but I was so.worked up I didn't care, and my finger went much further. He had to drive through another subdivision, the picturesque Windy Bluffs, to even reach the entrance of Woodside, enduring the strange looks from wary parents.Woodside was a maze of candy-coloured houses and cut-rate mansions. Each home was identical to the one three doors to its left. The streets didn't run straight, but wound in circles like the demented scribblings of a child on amphetamines. Anyone else would look at the verdant grass and the sun-dappled streets and conclude that it was a. The company gave him the freedom to do what he wished. They funded his projects and whims. He got to do research and they got a share of his riches. Everyone benefitted.Some of his co-workers joked—behind his back, of course—that he was more machine than human. While not socially inept, Holland was smarter than everyone else around him and they all knew it. He was neither exceedingly pompous nor arrogant, so rather than talk down to people, he often simply didn't talk at all. The other people. And knowing your sister, she'll be worried about you, especially if it gets late."It was obvious that mom was purposely avoiding any discussion about what had happened, and I decided that perhaps it was best to pretend and do the same thing myself. I had already decided that I would never mention the subject ever again, and that it had been an aberration that would never again be repeated, let alone discussed."I've got a few things I want to send along with you that Becky forgot to take. So you.