First time I played with a guy was when I ran into a buddy of mine on the street, during Summer break. I had just turned f******n, and he was a good s...xteen himself. We hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks, since scouts camp where he was my patrol leader. We did some small talk when he told me about his brother's porn stash that we should check out, and that his folks happened to be out for the day, as was his brother.We got to his place, sat at the table in the kitchen. He left and came. It arrived as finally with a loud groan we came together. His eyes opened and with one move, we were standing. I was in his arms and he was kissing me deeply beneath the hot August sun. ‘The project is done my sweet patient love, and I have off till Monday morning.’ I smiled, ‘Your mine all weekend?’ He nodded. ‘Got any ideas for what you want to do?’ He looked into my eyes saw the lust shimmering there just for him and laughed as he walked us into the house. Once in the house I took the. Disheartened, she went to bed. The dream began right away. **** Wrapping paper, tape, and ribbon lay scattered across the floor. One of the kittens had a bow stuck to his tail. His antics as he tried to remove it made her laugh. “Honey? I’m home!” “In the kitchen,” she yelled, drying her hands before greeting him. “It smells delicious in here. Your stew?” He stopped in front of his wife to give her a kiss. It was part of their ritual, but he loved it. She was his other half. By the end of. ”“Yes daddy,” her voice rasped through the choking. “Fuck me, I’m your whore. I’m a slut because of how you raised me, Drea and I are like this because of you.”Rick took the key from the coffee table and released her wrists. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. She gasped and tightened her grip when she humped up at him, a wonton symbol of lust and incest. She gasped louder when he thrust to meet her. Rick kissed his.