Years ago, I had landed on a blog with only one person (I think), was managing the stories all by himself. Not a single story was drab. It only incite... more and more interest in the reader. I do not say I want to match that, but sex in general, like wine and good food, is something that results best when enjoyed with time and patience.A few may still complain regarding the pace of the story. Fine, I have too, been a bit upset when in the second paragraph itself the writers have ended up ramming. The weather has been awesome and I’ve reacquainted myself with Kip’s hottub (and his cock). Last night (Friday) I thought I’d have the house to myself as Kip was going to spend the weekend down in Denver. On Friday morning Kip asked me if it was OK, if some friends of his crashed here, of course it was OK with me, it is his house and I’m a guest. Kip said the couple, Jeff and Stephanie, are long time friends and were coming up after work to go skiing on Saturday morning.So, last night, I was. "No, sorry," I replied. He went to his desk and came back with a tube of cream and squirted a big dollop onto my ass crack and began to work it into my hungry hole before inserting first one then two fingers. I murmured my lust for this and pushed back on his fingers."Mmmmm nice clean hole you have Marie," he said, taking his fingers from my ass."You ready for me, Honey," he said."Yes please sir," I replied. He again dragged my legs off the table and bent me over with my ass pushed out and my. I thought back to the many times I had endured the nights with my sister Ashley reaping the cum rewards down her throat as she slept thru it all and wished that it was my throat that was bathed in his silky spunk. Dad's hands on the girls' heads, not forcing them, but guiding them to his ball sack and his throbbing dick, pulling them as he stood spread legged before them. The movie continued to drone on the screen. Pointing to the screen, another girl had joined the first, and the two began.