I got the tube of lube that he used earlier and applied a generous amount onto the dildo. "Now, I want you to fuck me," Nick said. He was fucking Hol...y quicker now. I did not hesitate and mounted Nick, positioning the lubed dildo between his buttock cheeks. I had to guide it to his asshole. He let out a deep grunt. I had found the spot and I slowly let it sink in. I was about half way in when he let out loud cry. I asked him if he wanted me to stop. "No! Keep going!," he cried out. All my. We had a no holes barred policy. I could have any hole I wanted, anywhere, anytime. And I had! I was the only guy to ever wear lingerie for her though. Once she found out, it became a regular thing. Garter belts, stockings, panties, high heels, just about everything. It happened about the time I had mentioned anal sex, and she told me, “You can have mine when I get yours”. So the next day, she had her own strap – on to use. She loved setting up the video camera, making me dress slutty in. It was also important for our girls to experience more social encounters. Next year they were going to start school and they needed to be ready for that. I was not looking forward to the first time Margaret had to do the dreaded “What did you do this summer?” project. I could just hear her strong confident voice telling everyone about her naked good times with her family. Or the first time some kid told her that her daddy was a doctor and Margaret would say “My daddy has a bigger dick!” But. That both Tim & John knew he didn't want to be fucked by them, that basically he was my boy coming along to see me getting fucked, that he didn't even need to join in, he could just watch & have a wank if he wanted. It worked, I could tell by the way his eyes lit up when I mentioned him watching me being fucked. When the pub was cleared, John came to get us, and the three of us went up to the flat to join Tim, who, much to our surprise, was busy setting-up four lines of coke – that was.