Total honesty.”“Jesus!” I exclaimed, and then looked guiltily at my mother. You don’t swear in our house!Surprisingly, for once, my mom didn�...t yell. She simply said, “Please don’t use gutter language, Amber.”“Sorry.”“Answer your father, please.”I looked at my father and took a deep breath. “I’m on the Pill, Daddy.”“For how long?”We were really going to get into it. “Since late last fall, right after Thanksgiving, I guess.”“Is that when you became ... sexually active?” asked Mom.“Uh, sort. He made me to hold the edges of cot with both hands and made to bend over my knees. He gave another hard slap to buttocks; I think my buttocks had his hand impression. He was behind me and he tried to insert in the buttock hole. I said, waha nahi hai, aur neeche hai, he gave another slap on my buttock and said tera chooth tho wo paad diya hai, tere gaand ko hi marna hai ab, kyun gaand marwayi nahi hai? I didn’t answer. Actually my husband never had done this. He was trying hard to insert it in. So anyways I sat down on the bed inbetween his legs and lifted his legs up and put his knees on my sholders with his lower legs going down my back. I lifted his ass with my hands and started to lick the little pucker that was twitching when my tounge hit it. Feeling his balls on top of my nose I felt like I was in heaven. The noises he made was incredible. I was in total controll as I ate his wonderfull tasting asshole I knew I was good because I had eaten out alot of womens asses. The taste. It was light and frothy and contrasted to a lot of social upheaval and change. Plus I love the styles. I think our audience would love to visualize them. I am picturing an advertising executive and she seems destined to marry Mr. Right, who is tall, handsome, witty and rich. Everything about him is great but she is attached to her hairdresser as best friends, and he has always loved her but can never come out and say it." Jean said, watching Bobby's reaction.Now George knew, since Jean shared.