What made it worse was that she insisted on eating me to an orgasm and seemed to consider making me cum a personal challenge. I might have tried to fa...e it but I was pretty sure she would know the difference. She obviously had a lot more experience with orgasm than I did.By the time I was passed along to the fifth of Mrs. Porter's friends I was getting exhausted. Unfortunately, the fifth woman was the cruel, fat woman who took so much pleasure in tormenting me when they were tormenting me. . she simply replied, 'hope she can still get in, your aunt is a real asshole about that stuff'.I hadn't thought about it, but she was. My aunt was the type of hard ass that would not let her attend the wedding, even if she she had travelled 800 miles to attend. All because she didn't respond in time. My wife didn't care much for that side of the family, minus a few people. Karen was one of them she not only tolerated, but really liked. Had she lived closer, they might have even been best. Using his left hand, he spread my butt cheeks apart. He took his well-lubricated index finger and pressed the tip against my anus. Slowly, about a half an inch slid inside. I was amazed at how tight I was back there, yet it felt strangely good. I thought to myself, ‘This is wrong…I shouldn’t be enjoying this,’ but I was. I moaned as his finger slid past the first knuckle, stopping at the second knuckle, coating my tight backside with lubricating lotion. He withdrew his finger and pushed it. Dad pulled into the garage, and we got out. "Damn, there's blood all over the seat," Dad said. Oops. Neither of us had thought to put something down. "I'll have to get that out before it sets."As soon as I walked in the back door, Mom said, "How badly are you hurt?" Dad started collected cleaning supplies."I'm scraped up in a lot of places, and I'm probably bruised all over, but everything seems to work."She looked at Dad. "Why in hell didn't you call? I was worried sick." Where was I supposed.