“Don’t really do labels,” he replied, before continuing, “To me, it’s only important if it’s a good fuck or a bad fuck. Gender doesn’t r...ally come into it.”After a brief pause, he surprised me by asking, “Do you like massage?”“Sure,” I answered, somewhat perplexed.“Well, I give an unbelievable massage. I don’t do any of the fancy named stuff, but just a good old fashioned hard massage. My hands are very strong, and I can assure you that you won’t have any stress left in you, once I am. "Marge thought for a moment. She was careful with her answer. "Well, the first time your dad and I made love was about three months after I learned I was pregnant with your brother." I'm confused. If the first time you made love was after you were pregnant, how did you get that way?" By having unprotected sex."Kim had a funny look on her face. She thought for a little while before saying, "Isn't it the same thing?"Marge smiled, "No, not at all." What is the difference?" Well" her mom began.. Since we were in middle of sex, my wife shouted to the door to know who was knocking. Mira replied that it was her and she wanted to come inside to watch some TV with my wife.My wife looked at me and was about to say that she was busy. But, I thought of an idea. I told my wife to let her come inside, and let her experience what we were doing. I told her that it would be fun, specially since Mira wasn’t very experienced in sex, and not sure if she had experienced doggy position before. Somehow. He slowly and continuously drew circles, every once in awhile flicking it and causing me to gasp. Even though I was holding on to his other arm, he still moved it to my right breast and began to imitate what he was already doing to my clit. My nipple quickly sprang to life in his fingers and another moan I was trying to suppress was released from my mouth. ‘I have a lot of things that I need to do,’ I exhaled as I tried to argue unconvincingly. While I knew that I could get up without.