All my sordid family details, even. She's been the inspiration for a couple of my story characters over the years, as well as giving me the seeds for ... few of my plots.Mary is someone I trust completely, both to never tell anyone what I've shared with her, and to really listen and give me her honest thoughts without judgment. That doesn't mean she won't tell me what she thinks, even if it's to tell me I'm a fucking idiot on a path to destruction (which she has told me a couple of times, for. We had a good friendship.She was a party girl too, liked a wine or two on a Friday. We ended up last out of the bar.That was when she told me, quietly and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just booze no substance.(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)She called a taxi to her home, I followed like a dog on heat. What the. I wondered how many names there were for a girl's sex."She also figured out I got pregnant with Eddie when I was sixteen," she said.Dad nodded, chuckled and said, "So, she thought a blow job sounded yucky, huh? Well, she sure is different from her mom."Mom slapped Dad's arm and told him to shut up, but he didn't."I can still remember when you and Sally learned about giving head. Shit, you weren't much older than Jen is when you first did it," he laughed."That's different, Harry. You, Tommy, Al. I was jealous and a little intimidated as I watched close-up the effect that Chris’s big cock had on Jill. Jill and I had been married for twenty-three years and intimate for a year before that, but although I knew she loved me it drove me crazy with excitement and jealousy that I couldn’t make her respond in the way that Chris seemed so effortlessly able to.The way she moaned, the way she clung to him, the way her toes curled and her legs went rigid through each and every climax that his big.