Robert thrust hard, his sweat dripping onto Suzanne’s coat. She dug her fingernails into his bottom, the pain just enough to excite him even more. R...bert took his time, stretching his orgasm out as long as he could. This time was even better for him. When they finished, Suzanne suddenly started to laugh. ‘You know, we didn’t even say hello to each other.’ That night, after another round of sex, Suzanne lay across Robert’s lap. He took his time to enjoy the sight of Suzanne’s bottom. He studied. She looks back at me, semi questioning, unable to comprehend this new thing and what it is for. I bring her hands down and cross them in front of her, palms facing her body, wrists against each other but facing opposite directions. As I begin to loop the soft tie of purple silk around her wrists, comprehension dawns. “Tyler…” “Shhh. Trust me?” With this phrase you look at me, knowing that I have pinned you as much with those words as I did with my hands just moments ago. “Yes, I do, bu..” I. PLEASE, hug me and let me feel that magnificent cock press against my pussy.”“Ms. Emiri, it is my pleasure to meet you. Your photos do not do you justice. Please, come to me and let me hug you the American Way.”“Derek, please call me, Emiri. You and I are going to great friends. My granddaughters have told me all about you, and what such a fine young American gentleman you are. They have described to me how you make love to a woman, and how you can fuck a woman in so many ways, she will want to. I believe it is responsible for my allowing Nick to plunge that babymaker of his where only his father had gone before.As for dad, curiosity was the main culprit, until he took over.Surrender was the order of the day for my aunt Celia, I guess.Now it is time to sort out my feelings and decide if I am to continue sexually re-exploring myself, or am I being victimized?At breakfast, Celia begged forgiveness and told me, "You know, dear, your mother used to brag to us girls about your father's.