Then I told her to cut the cake to mark the starting of our relationship and she cut a piece. She then proceeded to give me a bite, but I refused and ...old her that I want to take cake from her mouth. OMG, she was so much shying hearing this and put the cake piece in her mouth and bought her face towards my face. I, not wasting any time, attacked her lips and started kissing her and eating cake from her mouth. We were deeply engrossed. We finished cake and then asked about her daughter to which. It certainly wasn't something that was expected. He did it because it gave him joy to make them happy.Sandy was so thrilled to have been included by us that it spilled over when the family arrived into unbridled enthusiasm to see them. Everybody was delighted to see everybody.Sam and Harri took me aside to tell me of their week-long wagon train adventure. Harri told me that, even though it was almost as far from luxurious as possible, it felt like a second honeymoon to them, despite the fact. ....after a light supper and a drink at the bar..I take Sue to a small dark club I had read about...where it was suggested in the reviews 'it was dark, moody and more like a pick-up joint then a social club'...At the club, as it was late the mood was charged with a hint of sexual tension...throbbing music filled the hot almost smokey air...in fact it felt just right.After a couple of drinks and a few silly jokes on my part...during which time I casually stroked Sue's shoulders and brushed. I wanted something bigger, longer, harder, more exciting. I wanted a fist! I had read about how popular anal fist fucking had become, and I was always curious about it. I always like to try new things, especially in sexual matters. So I told Brad that I wanted him to fist fuck me up my asshole. He stared at me in disbelief, stammering. He was scared. He made excuses: he would rip my asshole open and cause me internal damage; he would get shit all over his arm; the idea was "weird and for fags.".