She pulled me towards her and kissed me passionately. “Does that answer your question?” “It certainly does.” I looked around at the other coup...es. They were completely oblivious to us under the low light and loud music. Feeling a little bit bold, I pulled her head close and whispered in her ear, “How would you like to get out of here?” “I thought you’d never ask,” she replied as she started to guide me off the dance floor. We collected our things off the table and she told her friends she was. At first she felt fear, but then she felt angry that someone could try to steal from her home, so she took a large knife and went silently to stand beside the kitchen door.The thief managed to open the door, but as he came into the room, Marie screamed and swung the knife at him. It was not clear which of them was more frightened, but the thief did not wait to see what else she might do. He turned and ran, desperate to escape from this crazy woman with a knife.Marie slammed the door shut and. ” I admonished them.“We won’t do anything she objects to.” Carl assured me.All three of my best friends smiled widely as my teen daughter sat down on Carl’s lap wearing nothing but a not-very-modest bikini. As we played the next hand, I noticed my daughter fidgeting a bit with her hands below the table out of sight (Carl was sitting directly across from me). She didn’t say anything or jump down off Carl’s lap, so I figured it wasn’t a problem. Now that I think back on it, I realize I wasn’t. She stuck it in my ass.” I said.That must have been the first time Abby has heard of such a thing, because she had a mixed look of both horror and confusion on her face. Before she could stammer out a word, I felt I needed to explain so she didn’t get the wrong idea and think I was a freak or something. “It’s kind of like the male version of the female G spot. It’s called milking the prostate, apparently there’s like this gland or whatever in there for guys that increases his load size when.