YOU NAME IT.(Especially pool parties, but let's save it)I was the "vulnerable young male" even when there was a girl present. It made me feel special ...nd I embraced it by pursuing my anal curiosity. So whenever I had the house to myself I'd have fun.It started with a finger, a pen and eventually a highlighter which was my biggest item to handle at the time.(I'm from a small town in Ontario so parents/adults are friends)-----------------------------------My first experience begins when I was an. Mark followed the curves of her tapered waist down to her shapely long legs glistening with lotion in the sun.Clifton grabbed the pictures out of my hand and tucked them back into the plastic pouch. He looked over at me as he placed them inside his shirt pocket.?It took me a while to gain her trust enough to take those pictures you know.?I could feel my blood begin to boil as I asked. ?Have you been screwing my wife, damn you??Clifton chuckled as he replied like a confident playboy. ?Not yet.?I. Jane watched as her daughter played with her pink nipples as she sucked hungrily, talking that cock deep down her throat with every move of her head. Judys eyes were looking directly into the camera as she deepthroated the unknown cock. When she pulled away, a sting of saliva was suspended from the purple crown to her pouty lips. You like that dont you? her daughter asked playfully as she stroked the proud erection in front of her. The camera moved up and down in an affirmative reaction. Say. So awkward. After she brushed her hair, Tara shut the main light off and came over to me. Still sitting on the bed, I looked up at her confused and said, "What?"Tara took my book and set it on the desk and I said, "What are you doing?" Yet, she still never said a word. Then she climbed up on my bed and straddled me and finally spoke, "Jess, can we stop pretending? You know as well as I do." She was being vague, but we both knew what she meant. All I could think was "Oh, god, is this really.