Then I drove to the pub. I sat in front of it till The Brit drove up with Mary Ellen. I watched as he drove around to the alley behind the building. I...hadn't seen her in the SUV, since she had been laying in the black seat. I noticed when he opened the door that she had a bag over her head. He hustled her inside the pub. "Don't do this upstairs, that's my home." he made sure Mary Ellen heard him."Take her hood off Brit. I want her to see every thing we are doing," He pulled her bag off, but did. It became our favourite way to pleasure the other and ourselves.It reinforced my believe that women were put on this earth to pleasure men - that the women in my life only existed to make me happy. Both female mouths, my mothers and younger sisters, proved this to my teenage mind again and again.Anna confidently told me that our older sister often ordered her to 'suck her off', as she called it. And she seemed embarrassed when she revealed that our mom would suck either girl at simply a nod. I. Maybe you don't want to talk about it. Sorry." No, I don't mind. Not really." Don't, if you'd rather not." No, it's okay."We were always pretty close and got along well. I was a bit of a tomboy and we were horsing around one afternoon, home alone, and ended up wrestling on the floor. I was on my way to becoming more of a girl than a tomboy, I had tits and hair on my pussy. Any way, he pinned me down and then kissed me."It was totally unexpected, at least by me, and I mean he kissed me hard. He had no chest hair, leg hair, or armpit hair. He was almost a giant smooth baby. I knew though that he was not gay, or even bisexual for that matter. I tried to make a move on him in the past, but it always turned out in failure. Until now.Chapter 1: The Beginning As I lay down in my twin sized bed, I ponder to myself, thinking what I can do to calm the raging head inside of me. It was 5:40 on this cold Saturday afternoon, So I decided to call Rod to see if he wanted to hang out."Hello?" Rod.