I’m trying to be serious. How many girls have you had sex with?”“Serious, huh? Okay, if you really want to know, more than five, less than twent....”“Okay then. Now, I don’t want to know who or how many times with each, just the first times with each. I’ve had sex with two boys, once each, and it was so disappointing both times, I never went out with them again. How did your first times go?”“Before I can answer that, it would help if I knew what you found so disappointing about your. So Nancy moved some boxes around in the laundry room downstairs and the rest of us made numerous trips from the car to the little side area outside the laundry room until we got to the 12 bottle cases, which went in first and then the loose bottles got put on top of the boxes laying on their sides and we now had a good start on a wine cellar. Nancy selected a few bottles for us to sample and laughed when I joked that it ought to last us a day or so. She told me that it damn well had better last. I have produced some extra cards of my own to add to the pile; the Sadomasochistic acts vary from quiet mild, too fairly severe. Part of the thrill of the long weekend is that they will not know when they will try out any given pastime or even if they will indulge in it all. All I wanted in return was to spend the first night with Zack, the second with Stacy and the third with both of them. Of course there was also the matter of inflicting pain. Once their mother had left, Zack and Stacy made. In and out, in and out my tongue moved in and out of his ass as I spread his sweet butt cheeks and his hole so my tongue could go deeper. Umm, he tasted so good. My cock was leaking pre-cum from his strong musky taste. In and out, in and out my tongue worked his man pussy to our mutual pleasure.Then like music to my ears I heard him beg, “Please damn it. Please give me your cock.”I moaned and raised my face from his sweet wet ass and asked teasingly, “Where do you want my cock, Paul?”“In my ass.