As puberty and increased sexual knowledge grew this became a dark favorite fantasy of mine. All these thoughts came flooding back as we sat there at ...he little kitchen table. I wonder if he recalled these moments together? Those old adolescent thoughts returned with a vengence. My heart was a boxer's fist punching away inside my chest. I started to tell him about my fond memories of that time we spent. There was this very long silence. I stood up and walked to his side of the table. He was. Her head began to thrash about wildly from side to side as she moaned and groaned. I heard her used combinations of words like....."Faster. Oh god. Fuck me. Go deeper." pretty much anything she was feeling, she just said it out loud. I could hear his big balls slap her ass with every stroke. She began to grip the sheets her 2nd orgasm was building. Her breathing was heavy but she would try to hold her breath so as not go give into the orgasm just yet, but she could not hold. Susan nodded. “Where is grandpa?” Susan added. “Oh off fixing a fence or something. Always something to do” was the reply. “Grandma I wanted to ask you something” Susan began “yes, I am getting married but I am worried about sex”. Martha looked curious. “What about sex darling?” she asked. Susan hesitated “well I am a virgin and I don’t know what to do” she said.Martha looked surprised. “You mean your finance has never had sex with you?” she asked. “No never” replied Susan “and I am worried I. ” “What!? Oh, Huck, I’m so sorry.” Nervous Chuckle. “Don’t be sorry, Tommy, you didn’t do anything. And, well, it actually wasn’t that bad.” “What!? How can being raped, not be so bad?” “Well, it was weird.” “I’ll say.” “See, you have to remember that I’d had a crush on this guy for a long time. I’d spent many, many nights laying in bed, playing with myself and thinking about doing the exact things that he made me do that day. The only difference was, when I fantasized, I did.