I heard and felt the petticoat and skirt, I felt the tugof breast and bra. My hair swung from side to side as I turned my headfrom singer to singer. A... they kept singing "my girl, my girl, my girl,"I began to picture the girls at the dances I went to. I passed my handover the chest of one singer while arching my back to look at another.As I did I noticed the third looking down my sweater. I arched a bitmore, almost losing my balance. I swung my head so my hair brushed themiddle singer, "talkin'. Oh god, should I?.. He grinned at me, turning me around and bending me over, I didn't stop him.. I was curious about it, I won't lie.. He pulled my cheeks apart and I could feel the heat from him so near me. "You've got a pretty pink hole, son.. You know that?" I blushed, part embarrassed and part aroused "N-no.. " I stammered.He moved closer and soon I felt his tongue against me, it was warm and wet, a sensation tingled through me as he continued licking.. Oh fuck, was this how this felt? Why. I started noticing them more often and saw that they used to hug and kiss whenever they were not being noticed. Also i saw many times my uncle pressing my mom’s boobs and ass and she was mostly not wearing bras. I even heard once my aunty asking my mom why she was not wearing bras and she told her that recently she got allergic to cotton bras and the dermatologist asked her to avoid that for sometime.I knew this was a lie as i saw her wearing bras always and she used to stop it only when uncle. Please ....... go in me," Clark, heated for anal sex, pleaded panting with anticipation.Clark reached under his pillow to get the K-Y and smeared it all over my pulsing manhood. Laid on his back with legs up in the air, Clark was positioned for me to fuck him. Slowly, rubbing my knob against his hole, I pierced his anus. Moaning, I didn't know if it was from pleasure or pain, Clark was shutup with a long, passionate kiss and a very deep tonguing action. I sucked his tongue like it was a small.