.." She repeated pointing at her lap."Do I 'eat at the Y' so to speak?"She laughed at that. "Yes, do you eat at the Y?" She gave a low sexy giggle at ...he words. I knew she was perfectly aware of the cruder vernacular. I heard her curse up a storm in a few work situations over the years. But rarely did ever hear her use sexually crude remarks."Yes, I love eating at the Y." I sucked the last bit of flavor from my fingers and returned them to her warmth.She kept her legs wide and pulled up the hem. Then I heard those words. “Fuck his ass hard!”I felt the head of a dildo against my asshole and before I could protest, the first inch of the hard object stretched me tight ring open and began filling my dark back passage. The laughter and cat calls drowned my protests. You were all urging her to go deeper, while I questioned if you could possibly do so!! And then the phallic shaft began to work it’s way deeper and deeper into me, sending my mind spinning with exhilaration and guilt, desire. I was slightly embarrassed that I'dplayed the part so femininely that my own Dad didn't recognise me. "Iplayed the part in both halves." Oh, I'm sorry son. I thought it was a real girl. Looking back I can seethat it was you. The voice and movement were very realistic. Who helpedyou, Beth?" No, Anna and Erika gave me a lot of help. It was Anna in the intervalthat pointed out that I was overacting. Beth saw somebody there calledJulia. Mum just confirmed that she's a relation. You know we don't. But of course in those days she hadn't been 'liberated' yet, so she hadn't appreciated how the full length of a strong young man's cock could send her into ecstatic raptures.Not that fingering oneself proved anything, of course. She had read somewhere not long ago that nuns masturbated more frequently per person than any other single profession. Then, too, it was always the most sexually puritan persons that had the biggest families -- look at the Quakers, for example -- so that was no measure.