I'd throw a tennis ball and, like a shot, he was after it. He'd snag it, bring it back, then lie down a few feet from me and grin. I swear he was grin...ing. And he wouldn't give the damn thing back. I'd walk over, grab the tennis ball, we'd play tug-of-war for twenty or thirty seconds, then he'd let go and we'd start all over again.It was almost midnight, and I was playing with the dog. I was just too pumped up to sleep. It had been a hell of a day.Darlene, Robbie, and Traci had decided on beds.. Just relax”So I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt him spit on my hole and rub it a little. He spit on his hand, and rubbed it on his cock. I felt his dick touch my hole, so he was ready to push it in. The head of his cock was large, and I knew this was going to hurt.Then he started to push and his head started to enter. Pain swept over me and I started to yell.“Ah oh God, that hurts”“You’re going to love it eventually”He pressed a bit harder and his head popped into my hole. Then. Just because this particular playground was something I was not interested in for myself, did that give me the right to deny it to my partner even though I knew that deep down it was not only what she wanted, but what she craved?I really needed to talk to someone. Unfortunately, my usual go-to girl for intelligent conversation and analysis I couldn't talk to. In fact, I now understood why they had said I shouldn't, couldn't, talk about it. It was part of the trust. You kept the secret. This was. As she started to slide her hips forward and back on him he turned his face to her and pulled her down again so he could whisper to her. “You are so bad. I could have cum again in your mouth just now, or between your tits even. You turn me on so much. If I had been with my friend tonight I would have made her cum just like I made you cum, except I might have pushed my finger into her tight little ass while I was eating her – that always makes her cum. Do you like that too? Or do you like.