(In fact she told me to write this, as we both love stories from this site) And we have many more to tell, if you can get through my primitive writing...and you enjoy it, we would be delighted to write more. Also you should know that neither of us are that skilled in English literature; however we both like to read. If you don’t find pleasure in this story, though we certainly hope you do, we hope at least you can see first hand that if you tell your partner everything, and are completely honest,. "You're a real gamer. They've been winning this tournament for the past three years. I knew we didn't have a chance against them but you didn't." What time is it?" I asked.Karen found someone with a watch who said it was ten past five. "What's wrong?" she asked."My keys were in my pants pocket. I must have locked them in the trunk," I said. Demerits, restriction to quarters and the loss of the Colonel's regard for me were flowing through my mind.Karen volunteered to drive me to school. "Was. C'mon, daddy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"Sam increased the speed of his fucking. "Yeah, son, take this dad-dick up your hole. You need your boypussy reamed out by some heavy father-dick. Take it all, son, take it all!"John was face-fucking the kid in a frenzy now. So Sam liked young boys, too, and liked father-son fantasies. John was almost more turned on by that than by the sight in front of him. "Fuck your boy, Sam," he whispered. "Fuck your son's tiny, tight ass. Slam that dad-dick home and. .”“Lisa, you know something else?”“What’s that?”“There was another reason I let Brad fuck you last night ... Although that’s not what he did. He made love to you so beautifully. But the other reason was that until last night, both of us were virgins; I still am, as I’m sure you know. But anyway, I sort of thought it would be nice if one of us knew something about what was supposed to happen.”At that Lisa popped out of bed and declared, “Come on, troops. It’s getting late. It’s almost 6:30 and.