.. like suck this... open wide... your ass is mine boy!!! It kinda scared me cause i knew what was going to happen if i kept following this woman... b...t some how i couldnt take my hand back my legs kept walking... we were inside the building guys were moaning screaming and woman were laughing and cumming.... couldnt help myself i started to get horny so horny that the woman noticed... she laught and her outfit changed... the first thing i saw was the strapon she had... even before i could react. One Saturday afternoon, I jokingly asked Tom, "If you guys are so hell bent to catch us sunbathing topless, why don't you just look over the hedge when you play the fairway behind our house?" Tom looked at Demarcus, and both men smiled broadly, before saying, "Who says we don't look over the bushes at you girls?" I was not sure if they were joking or not. An unexpected proposal: Jen and I were chatting in my kitchen one Friday afternoon in early September. "Demarcus turns forty next Saturday,". She suspected, from what she said, didn’t say, did or didn’t do, that she had been sexually abused by her brothers and possibly by others, perhaps by her father, uncles, and/or cousins. Sexual abuse is rampant worldwide and more so in closed communities, especially in the Amish and Mennonite households. Especially during those long, lonely, cold winters on a farm where the next neighbor lives a few miles away, with no one able to hear the screams, who knew what went on behind a closed, barn. I still wonder if they knew the real reason we were so anxious to be in his car together. Looking back I realize that parents aren't as ignorant as kids sometimes think they are. I certainly know that if my 16-year-old daughter ever comes asks me if she can go for a drive with the hot boy from down the street I will have to have "the talk" with her, and probably put her on birth control pills. Like mother like daughter would be my fear. OK, I got sidetracked there.For the first couple of weeks.