”“Some of the ladies have stuck a finger inside me while we did stuff. It felt strange.”“Yeah, we go through our lives thinking of the butt ho...e as an exit. I guess it’s normal for it to feel strange. It depends on the person. Lissa can have an orgasm from wiggling a couple of fingers in her butt.”“She sure can!”“Make sure that you do that for her before you stick that wonderful penis in her. She will appreciate it.”“Will you?”“I’m not going to ask you to have anal sex.”“No, I mean will you. " At night?" I asked. I tried to remember. I drew a blank. There were no nights in LA in my memory. “I don’t even remember sleeping…”"You don't remember. You repressed the memory. I sure didn't,” she said turning to face me again. She looked into my eyes for a long moment, she looked away and I was about to ask what we had done. Looking back at me and getting right in my face she said, “Do you know that every time Andy (her husband who died 25 years ago) fucked me I remembered you?"I. One of his hands was softly stroking his cock, the length making my mind race with fantasies of pleasure, while his enormous sac just below swayed with each step. It was then I stopped to ask the vital question. “Master?” I cooed softly. “What happens if I get pregnant?” The answer was not what I expected. “It better be me that did it!” he growled. “Or somebody I let fuck you. Otherwise, you’re going to get rid of that baby!” Darin clambered up the bed, his black skin a soft contrast to. "Hold this," she said to me. 'This' being "my" boob. I pressed it tomy chest to keep it in place and Neil glued up the other boob.Once done mom stuck the other faux boob to my chest."You can go Neil. Call me when you get there and when you areleaving," mom said pointing towards the door with her free hand."Thank god. It's getting freaking weird up in here," Neil said as hedarted to the door."Don't say anything to Michael you little turd!" I yelled as I'm surehe won't listen."Bye Sis!" he said.