Crazy, I know he thinks, to imagine that a glance, a touch can transformthe way I say. Crazy to let desires remain unvoiced, to dream that theycan flo...er and remake us. Crazy, I want to agree, then lean to him and run my finger down hischest, to let the slightest bite of a nail I have let grow a littlelonger put the unasked question: But are you sure? Crazy, is it really crazy to think a touch transforms, as my touch might,oh let's say, unleash a desire of a man and let it fill him, remake. Then reality hit....it fucking hurt!!! We didn't have any lube and I had never taken a dick before. I got a little scared because just the pressure of him pressing into me hurt, I thought the pain of his dick spreading my hole open was gonna kill me.I tried to stay calm and didn't want to back out, but I knew I wasn't gonna be able to handle it. But with my ass being so tight and us not having lube, he just couldn't get his dick in me. He told me to just suck him off instead, and laid on his. The DVD's were all of bisexual encounters MMF. The video tapes were not labeled. He noticed a VCR in the TV stand. He snooped in the other boxes. One was a diary written through the years by his mother of different things concerning her sex life and judging by the entries it was full. Tony said he plugged in a tape and saw a younger version of his mom. He then saw his dad walk into the frame and then watched his mom suck his dad's thick cock. He heard his dad talking to his mom calling. I leaned backwards to get a better look. I could almost imagine that her lips parted, just slightly, showing more pink and perhaps even a hint of wetness. I groaned out loud at the sight. One hand left her body and found its way between my own legs. God, I was sopping wet. I could feel my wetness was dripping down onto her thighs. I stroked myself guiltily, promising myself that I wouldn’t have an orgasm on top of my sleeping friend, outdoors. I’d just work myself up a little, and then go in.