“You’re mine!” He hissed triumphantly and shoved upward, one hand at my throat while the other bared my breasts to his greedy gaze. He thrust ag...in and again, bouncing me hard against the wall while cruel fingers plucked my nipples. I cried out in pain and pleasure, clutched his bottom and drove him deep, impaling myself on his fiery sword until it swelled impossibly huge and a sudden warm wetness drove me to a sharp, intense finish. Heat built again, this time slower and more gradually. He. We love each other very, very much. Sometimes we express it sexually. I can't explain it any other way." I envy you. Not that I'd want to screw my parents. Or Elly, either, or you. I'm just not wired that way. I think that's part of what was freaking me out last summer. I thought you were going to make a pass at me. My feminine self-image was already taking a beating, what with my shit-for-brains boyfriend dumping me, and I wasn't going to be anybody's dyke, either." That's OK. I don't even. My friend used to tell me the details the next morning. Here in my house, we do every night thinking of the threesome. But slowly I started adding the concept of 4some or couple swap etc. As she has already bypassed the stage of hesitation, she was ready for anything. She has got lesbian desires in her and always wanted to try licking another woman. One night my friend texted me on what app that his wife is ready for it and to start with he asked me to send the photo of my erect dick. And he. Dad dropped the tail gate of his truck and we sat on it. The bus pulled in shortly to the cheers of the group of people, dad and I. The coaches got out followed by the players as we all cheered again. I saw John get off the bus and people were shaking his hand and patting him on his back.Every one started to walk back to their cars, dad happened to look up and he saw John walking to his car. I looked up to see John was tossing a football up into the air and catching it as he walked with his bag.