My skirt was riding up exposing the cheeks of my ass and my hot moist honey box to him. He asked me to helped him to the dinner table so I headed ove... to assist him up. I bent forward putting him in perfect position to the opening of my shirt. As it fell open exposing my perking round firm breast to him, he let out an audible moan. When he stood up his hard fat old cock was straining against his pajama bottoms and his hand went directly for my ass. As we went to the table, I told him he. "You're crazy," I said as she brought my hands to her breasts and made me grasp them. "Ginger, please don't."She giggled. "I can feel your big, hard thing poking me. Keep doing that and it will find the place; here I'll help it."I felt her thumb and fingers on my cock. She rubbed it up and down her slit and she put right in her hot, wet hole, grabbed my ass and said, "Push, you silly boy." Her nipples were getting hard.I was fifteen and a geek and she was fourteen and the prettiest little girl. Is it wrong for me to entertain the idea of loving Jack? Is that being unfaithful to John? It’s hard to know where the lines are drawn in the relationship we have. It isn’t wrong for me to have sex with someone, and its not wrong for him to have sex with someone, but emotional attachment is wrong. Why do we have to put these limitations on ourselves? Why can’t I be attached to more than one man? Why would that be so bad? I guess it all goes back to trust. The only true thing in life is resting. "I felt him run his finger over the wrinkled circle of my ass, sending a pulse of electricity right through me. Then I felt the coldness of the lube, which he rubbed in to me, gently pushing his finger inside my ass to make it slippery for him."You're such a good son, Michael, and you look after your Momma so well. But now just ram that huge cock of yours in my ass, and fuck me hard until you come inside me."Fuck! He did what I said, and as the head of his cock forced his way past my tight.