I thought they were great. When I was in Juniors, about 11 years old, we all went on this camping trip. Well, we get to this campsite and it’s surro...nded by woods, and going down from the site is this one HUGE hill. Like this is a long, long hill and we felt almost like we were camping on a small mountain! And one of the girls that I was going to be in a little cabin with, her name was Donna, goes, ‘Wow, this looks like that scene from ‘Jason Goes to Hell’ where he’s chasing those people right. No man had ever touched her down there, even with fingers, but Clive had no qualms. Sara had never even realised that there was an erogenous area there and when Clive’s tongue began flickering down there her body rose off the bed as if she had been given an electric shock. By the time he had finished her voice was almost hoarse. Sara was also sobbing; her tears flowed profusely not from sorrow or pain but from sheer ecstasy. Clive cuddled her and she kissed him over and over again thanking him. I had a knock down drag out with her dad when he accused me of calling his little girl an unfaithful whore. I told him that I hadn't called her anything of the sort. I only maintained that I wasn't the daddy and that her condition - absent my fatherhood - spoke for itself. Her father hired a high priced lawyer to handle her side of the divorce, but for once I won in court when the lab tests showed zero sperm count and the blood work showed that no way could it have been me.Last year my oldest. Still hard, still laying on my belly... I was at the foot of the bed and next to it was him, standing there, like he was waiting for me to come to. I could even sense the fucking grin on his face as he spread my legs and pushed them back towards my ears, spreading my asshole open, and angling it up. It was perfect for his hard 9 inch cock, that monster. With my legs spread, it was an easy invitation for his cock into my hole. It hurt... like before... ...but then it didn't. I felt like I was.