It was Monday the 3rd, there was inventory at the plant and production wouldn't begin till after 12 p.m at best and with everyone working second shift... coverage was more than adequate. The new school year had started, after dropping the kids my wife made plans to go see her sister visiting with her parents while her sister took care of some errands. I am not a grouch in the mornings in fact I am a pretty easy going guy, “Jamaican style - cool runnings” you know, but as the song says “...Rainy. “You really don’t know boys or men, do you? Especially at this age, if you have T and A they are interested and you have the T and the A.” I couldn’t put it any straighter than that. “That’s very flattering, but not as flattering as what’s happening down there.” She pointed with her eyes at my shorts, which were tented by the rising pole inside. “Exactly my point, your sexuality can’t be constrained by arbitrary age limits,” I said with mock authority. “Oooh! That is a mighty big mouthful for. "Yeah, everything's fine." I could tell she had been drinking a little bit. "So what's up?" I asked.She just sat there quietly. She was wearing the same sweat pants that she wore the night before along with a tiny little t-shirt with a happy face on it. She turned and looked at me."Remember our conversation last night?" she asked."Of course. How could I forget?" Well, I've been thinking..." And...?" I want to do it." You mean..." Yes. I want you to fuck me in the ass."My mouth dropped open.. Anytime I have a spare second, my mind drifts to you. What you're doing. What you're thinking about. And then I read back some of our conversations and I'm right there again. Imagining all the things I'm going to do to you. The things you're going to do to me. And that incessant throbbing starts again and here I am. Softly stroking my pussy. Opening the folds, spreading the moistness allllll over and inside. I'm imagining it's your hands exploring me for the first time and I wonder how I will.