Him: Let’s go to bed So I followed him up the stairs and into my bedroom, all the time wishing I’d put a couple of large brandies in those Diet Co...es he plied me with in the bar at the sports centre. I was in desperate need of some Dutch courage. Me: I just need to use the loo. With just a flimsy plasterboard wall between the toilet and my bedroom I put masses of toilet tissue down the pan before sitting down to do a wee and simultaneously say a prayer. After a quick wash of my hands, a last. Then he inserted the second finger and I felt a pressure in the rectal muscles. However, due to another dollop of almond oil, both the fingers slid in without causing any pain.He kept asking me whether it hurt, and honestly, I was feeling the initiation of a particular unknown sensation. He massaged my rectal muscles with heavy oily fingers, and his fingers touched nerves, which had never experienced any kind of human, leave alone sexual touch. My son appeared quite an expert, and deep inside,. " He disappeared into the gloom, leaving the spotlight on the bench as the only illumination. A slender young woman, evidently Ingrid, next appeared wearing a short robe tied at the waist and carrying a small bottle. Seating herself on the bench facing the audience, she let the robe slip from her shoulders revealing a pair of pert pointed breasts with dark nipples. Her face, difficult to make out in detail, seemed beautiful but detached, as if in a trance, and straight auburn hair fell to her. I stood up grabbed his dick and led him to the bedroom. He lay down and I pushed his legs up exposing his young asshole. I sank my tongue into his hole and he let out a loud groan as I explored his back passage. After several minutes of rimming I carried on sucking his cock. I spat on it then begged him to fuck me. I bent over and he pulled my cheeks apart and spat on my hole. I felt his hot cock head rest on my puckered hole, then he pushed. Fuuuccckkk I nearly screamed as he sank his entire 8.