It seemed like an eternity. I was getting sick of the sex. While he pleasured himself in me, I was feeling nothing. I went to the bar that night. Onl... for a drink. To get my mind off of what was happening with him. It was a long week of fights and slamming doors, crying calls to my mom. I had no idea what to do. Three shots, and a bunch of tears later I saw her. The most beautiful women I had ever seen. Not the kind where you wish you could look like that. Not her. She was amazing and it felt. Jonathan watched as his mother pulled away from him and steered Mary to the centre of the bed. He joined the two women on the bed and kissed his mother before lowering his mouth to Mary's waiting lips. Their tongues entwined as the kiss deepened and he slipped has hands over Mary's willing body, cupping a pert teenage breast and feeling the erect nipples beneath his hand. Mary moaned into his mouth as he moved his hand from one breast to the other, teasing the nipples.Lifting up Jonathan gazed. I have a few very personal question for you, Ted.”“Go ahead,” he said. “We are talking about sex.”Have you ever performed anal sex with a girl?” I asked.“Would last night count, when I shoved myself up my sisters Wazoo?”“Besides her,” I said laughing.“To answer this and your likely next question in reverse order, I have fucked vaginally between 50 and 60 girls, a few 16-year-old’s, and some grandparent aged, around 60 years old. Besides that, except for girls who couldn’t take all of me, my. Angela and I attacked him. He lay on his back, his skin so dark compared to our pale flesh. My skin was greener than Angela's, but still fair.We stroked him, our hands caressing his muscles. It wasn't so bad, and Angela was here, her breasts rubbing on Chaun's right as mine caressed his left. Angela's lips found his, kissing him hard, her red hair spilling about his chest.That left me free to roam.I kissed down his body to his throbbing cock. Other than his silver hair, his body was smooth and.