As I walked I saw stone doors to my left and on each of these stone doors there was a large peephole. I remember looking into these holes before and s...eing people having sex.Behind the next stone door I walked by was a little girl sitting on a wooden chair. She was naked except for a skirt. Even though she was topless she was too little to have breasts. She was tied to the chair. Her eyes were blindfolded with cloth; her mouth gagged with masking tape. I noticed straight away from the child's. Karen is mom's best friend and seems to be at our house more than she at her own apartment when I was young. I remember asking dad when was young if Karen was my true mom but, he said that she wasn't, but it was ok to think of her as your second mom, so I did. When I was just becoming a teen and girls become my main interest I would get Karen into wrestling matches and I would cope a feel here or there and she never said a word for me to stop, or that I shouldn't be doing that. I did notice. "Shit yea, make it nice and slow at first, dont' want to cum yet" Richinstructed.Marcus felt the thick throbbing cock. He fingered the edges of Rich'scockhead and then fingered the slit, bringing some of the precum to hisown lips."Fuck man, you like that too?" Rich asked.Marcus slurped noisily his response and returned his hand to Rich's cockto beging stroking."Yea good, harder, squeeze harder" Rich instructedMarcus worried about the wet roads, traffic and Rich's ability to drivewhile he was. She put her arms around my neck. I could see the warm, loving smile in her eyes before she kissed me.Have I said enough about kissing, about touching, feeling, caressing, tantalizing, cuddling, fondling, embracing? Probably not. It is hard (no pun intended) to say too much about the feelings a man and woman get from the loving fellowship of libidos. Mary was a wonderful, delicious woman, soft where she should be soft, but with a thick torso from years of physical exercise, a strength.