Both mum and Paul used to say how good I looked and I loved the feeling of the back being tight up my crack.I would often sit on the sofa watching TV ...ith mum on one side and Paul on the other eating snacks, the closeness made me feel safe. Mum or Paul would often ask me to pop to the kitchen for something and I later realized that they were looking at my arse with my thong tight up my crack, for some reason I found that exciting, mum would do the same and I know I used to look at her arse. But mi Numi whispered, urging me to be persistent. So I kept begging him, until finally he gave in. He agreed to fuck me, so I squeezed out some of the Anal-Eze and applied it to my bare rectum. Then I knelt on the bench and waited nervously as the man mounted me from behind. I had made up my mind that I was gonna bear the pain, no matter how badly it hurt. I could feel his huge hands on my bare buttocks, then the head of his penis at the mouth of my anus. He began working that hard snake into. I'd worry about apologizing to Mom later.The only problem was the front seats were all occupied; all the driver could offer was the rear cargo compartment."There is someone back here already," the driver said, "some chick from your Mom's department, I think. But you're pretty small; just wedge yourself in there if you can." O ... kay..." I said, trying to move some coolers and blankets enough to wedge myself in. Then, as the driver closed the hatch on us, I noticed the sleeping lady was that. He was taking it all in. Her blue eyes, her red kissable lips, her hair cascading down her shoulders and her simple black sexy dress trying to hold back her large breasts. Oh, what it would feel like to taste those breasts, to play with them, to hold them, to suck on them. “Sir, what would you like to order,” the waitress said, interrupting Mike’s thoughts. Dinner came and went. The conversation was intimate, fun and filled with sexual innuendos. It also was very personal and magical, both.