Then she put on a disposable glove and slowly inserted her middle finger, the feeling of my asshole being penetrated like this was odd, but I was gett...ng turned on. Slowly she moved her finger in and out, in and out. Many times she would rotate her finger around. I started breathing heavily and could feel myself getting very wet. She told me that she felt I was ready for something bigger, her 6 1/2 inch strap-on, I took a deep breath and told her to go ahead. She put some lube on the strap-on. ”I shook my head emphatically, “No he doesn’t. But he needs one.”I knew this without a doubt. It was something I knew in my soul.Santa was a toymaker, so to emulate him, I read on how to make toys, from books in the library. Even before kindergarten, I was making simple toys for other children in my neighborhood. I lived in a very poor area of a large city. Any crude toy was appreciated by my friends.As I got older, my craftsmanship improved. I built yoyos, racecars, stuffed dolls, and wooden. I laid back and I guess gave her the signal that I liked what she was doing, which was true. I am sure most guys would not refuse a very nice blow job from a woman older than you. Or from any woman come to that! In fact I was thinking it would be a learning curve with a mature and experienced woman who, by her method, was well versed in the art of oral stimulation and it was lovely. She really enjoying it to the full - like she was making all the right sounds as she sucked, and I loved the way. “How come you have this movie in DVD, John?” my mom inquired.“It’s not a popular movie, and like I said earlier, you can’t find it on Netflix or Disney or whatever,” I replied.“Yes, but why this movie in particular? I didn’t know you were into artsy movies. I see that you are mostly into Star Wars and X-Men,” my mom insisted.“Well, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say,” I initially offered. “Do you want me to tell the truth?”“Of course!” my mom said. “Why do you think I’m asking?”“Okay, okay,”.