"This blew my mind and I lost control."Girls can be sluts, Mom? And what exactly are you? Fucking different men every day! I'll tell you what's on my ...ind! I'm deliberating whether I should tell Dad about you or not, or should I call him on his cell phone or should I wait until he is home! Dad will be broken! He loves you so much, and you even fuck his brother! That's what bothering me! My mother turning into a slut! The town whore! You fucked Dad's boss and friends, you fucked Janna's father. "Hank, sweetie, how did you meet Anne?" At a dance." By chance?" Yes." So why should you think that you can pick up the girl of your dreams except by chance?" So are you saying I should sit back and wait for one to drop into my lap?" No. As a young man you went to dances in the hope that you'd meet girls. No, no, don't interrupt. You weren't even contemplating marriage. You probably weren't, knowing you, even trying to bed one. A bit of kissing or cuddling possibly but really it was a question. I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m a minor tennis star,” he concedes. “How long have you known?” “Since last night. My roommate told me. And, speaking of…” I reach into my duffle bag. “She asked if you would autograph these for her.” I dump a pile of magazines onto Kyle’s bed, his picture gracing the cover of each one. He winces and looks at me with a pained, pleading expression. “Lanie…honestly…I get enough attention from tennis groupies. I liked that you didn’t know, that you weren’t interested. Other hands are all around me. I pull my own arms up to feel the bum of a guy at my head. I explore his opening and smooth sac as he presses his own hardness against my head. And still the tongue plays on my bum, probing further and further. I arch my back to rise towards his moistness until he has full access to my exposed rose bud. Eventually he licks me at my centre and some release comes to me. The radiating pleasure of having my bum hole touched is ecstasy; the sphincter knows how.