I was in business. I even made a glass-fronted book case for the little pamphlets to keep the bugs and humidity under control. That warm water constan...ly running kept the humidity nice and high during the winter, but all too high during the spring and summer.Come spring the guys from the sawmill came back to harvest another load. I got the idea that I was on the shitty end of the stick on that deal so I paid the owner a visit. I was right. He was making money hand over fist for prime quality. 'It hurts Nick,' I said.'Relax baby, come on.' He kissed my back and neck, his finger still in my ass hole. He slowly inserted a second finger, then a third' I moaned with pleasure and pain. He didn't move them yet, he just let them stay in my ass hole while I got used to it. Then he gently started pumping them in and out. I could feel my pussy throbbing. It felt so good. He kept on pumping his fingers, faster and faster, I felt my body shudder and I had a powerful orgasm.'You liked that baby?'. Sorry, rubbish."This admission from Pam should somehow have lessened his opinion of her. After all, if there was anything Chris and his mates hated with a vengeance, it was house music. He and Stu had once been to a night club and spent the whole evening sitting around a table sneering at the ravers as they jumped around like lunatics to all that pounding electronic shit. Hardcore house and techno crap! Why couldn't they play decent metal at these clubs? Something with a bit of heavy axe-work. Like a pleasant dream rather than a horrifying nightmare. When he pulled on my leg to sit me down, and then slipped his shirt off of my body, I was in bliss and ready for anything. My little boyhood stiff as a board. My father tossed his shirt at the end of the bed and climbed out from under the covers, his throbbing cock dripping with precum now. I remember it glistening in the dim light of the sun between blinds. I loved it. 

It was something wonderful to be able to share this closeness.