What the queers did to each other made her sick. It was all so squishy, so dirty, so totally perverted. The one guy's cock pushing into the crack betw...en the other guy's hind cheeks and slowly disappearing into the hole. Ugh! But, you know, when you watched it happening for real, not as a performance, but in the heat of passion, it was different somehow. As if, as if there were something intense, something so hotly magical that it pulled you right into it, that it made you want to be part of. Her name is Kayla and she's 27 now. I am a few years older than her and we've been living together now for almost 5 years. Once things started to get a little fishy, I reached out to a friend of mine, Bree for some advice on the matter.Bree was hot as hell. Slim, brunette girl and a known Bi-sexual.The reason I asked for her help with this was because she also had known Kayla's ex BF, Craig, for years and I wanted her to find out whether Kayla has always been as honest with me about her sex. I just needed to work it out in my head, and Uncle Allan is always easy to talk to! Plus he seemed to already know what was going on; I mean, I think he heard everything, with you being so noisy and all when we were fucking you!"The uncle shook his head at his sister. "Ellen, I don't know what you're getting pissed about. It wasn't like your son got Fritz to help him **** you or anything. It sounds like you've had a hell of a good time too! So what if Mark has fucked you? And Fritz too! . ..We were out in the barn one morning just getting ready to start the first chores of the day. Pa reached into a horse stall and withdrew something. I didn't really notice what it was until he spoke. "Here, Davy, you want this?" Pa asked the question in such an offhand way it took a moment to register what "this" was. He was holding in his right hand a twenty-two caliber single shot Remington rifle with an octagonal barrel. To my eyes it was the most beautiful sight in the world.I blinked in.