An upset bride once asked a famous advice columnist, “My husband insists on urinating in our backyard. Why does he do that?”Her answer became the ...tuff of legend, “Because he can.”I shuffled forward and, plumbing in hand, I sprayed the dry, dusty ground of our cave with a monsoon of yellow rain. The first moisture in more than a hundred years.Lighting a cigarette and holding my prick in my right hand, I glanced at my wristwatch. The time glowed a few minutes after 11:30 in the morning. Huh?We. A few days passed and I knew that they had probably blabbed about everything but I just kept doing my job. One of the guys named Mark asked me to come to his party at his parents house and that the whole team would be there too. I was excited and excepted the invite and that next Saturday night, I got my mom to drive me over there and I told her that I would get a ride home and would be home by 11:30, my curfew time.I went in the house and out in the back, he had a big swimming pool and most of. That was really fun and I was glad I didn't get a hard on looking at my naked friends. Usually thinking of guys naked got me pretty stiff.I wasn't gay, but I was pretty sure I was bi. I never really acted on it - at least not until my best friend Bob seduced me into playing strip poker one night - but that is another story for another time. But suffice to say, I was aroused easily and by both girls and boys.That night, still damp and smelling of chlorine, we returned to our tent, stripped. ” He moved over and pat the bed where he had been sitting, where she leaned back onto a huge pile of pillows he had propped there. He placed a hand under each tan lined buttock, lifted and spread her, and plunged his tongue into her snatch. She groaned and gasped in delight, as he spent a good ten or fifteen minutes making a meal of her. He understood fully his daughter’s fondness of her fruity tasting secretions. While teasing her pebble like clitoris with the tip of his tongue, he.