Well, hell, I hadn't been expecting to get laid tonight. Nothing was new except for that blissful moment, back there, when I thought I was going to ge... lucky."I'll talk to him tomorrow," Sandy said."I guess this is a kind-of honorable way for you to proceed," I said, "but isn't it a little risky for you? I mean, what happens if you and I don't hit it off, y'know -- in the sack? You'll have already cut your old boyfriend off at the knees, and now, here you are, with a premature ejaculator or a. , a hard cock to replace those straws.My parents always encouraged me to read and read and read, and exerted minimal control on what I read. At about age 11 or 12 older farm boys who had gone off the war began bringing home small pornographic books. I remember two vividly – “The Cheyenne Husband” and “She Gave Her All.” The former was about a woman too ill to fuck her husband, and instead watched him fuck other women as she described in luscious detail their bodies, cock, cunts and the act. My sister had moved up behind me and was caressing my butt. She did this for a little while until I felt a smack on my bottom.I let an "oomph" noise into dad's mouth but he kept me locked onto his lips as my sister would deliver several more swats, that were strong but not overpowering, to my butt and every time I would make that sound, daddy would smile.He rolled me over so that I was on my back next to him and he told me and my sister to make out. She crawled up between my legs and ran her. So from the back the stitched pockets and seams painted right into the bum crack supported the illusion of clothing even with the boy or girl bent right over, but the front view was spectacular display of their sex. Gemma insisted on road-testing the resilience of the painted shorts by tribbing a lovely 12 year old girl, and later watching her fuck a boy wearing a green pair. The body artist refined the paint mixture until it could survive pussy juice, spunk and being peed on without.