A few minutes later he told me to lay belly down on his sleeping bag, it smelled like stale sweat but it was soft, then I heard him getting undressed....He got down beside me and started playing with my ass, I heard him spit on his finger, and then he was sliding it in and fingering me. I parted my legs and he asked if I wanted to get fucked. I was really nervous, but at the same time was wanting it, so said, yes fuck me. I felt him spit right on my ass.Then he was getting on me, I felt his dick. (from what I would imagine it to feellike) that ended quickly as I was still tantilizing my tit’s… I wentstraight for my clit now, still licking and sucking my nipples, with myright hand, I began to rub. I was ALL over the bed… kept picturing youlapping me up and how fucking good it would feel… tongue flicking myclit and then letting your tongue slide deep into my awaiting hole.Ahhhh Yes! That made me so fucking hott!!! I got so worked up, I wascalling out to you,. Despite the grief my dad gave me for not getting my shit together and aiming high like he had, and despite the adventures possible with my mom who after ten years denying it, ten years married to my dad, discovered her free soul and explored it on the Haight with a hippie boutique ten years after the hippie had been buried somewhere nearby.A successful businessman trading high quality art and artifacts from Japan and Southeast Asia to the Mainland, my father's company headquartered in downtown. “Hopefully, the guy you are with will take the time to make sure you are very wet down there before attempting entry. Aaron here is normally a very considerate lover so this bottle is usually only needed for anal penetration; either him or me,” she explained. Emma’s eyes went huge at the talk of anal play and they darted to both of our asses.“But, if the guy is selfish, then you might need to lube things up yourself first.” She opened the bottle and squirted some into her hand. First, she.