My thumb pressed hard against my clit, I could feel it throb and I was growing wetter and wetter by the second. My breathing changed so much, it was h...avy and my nipples were so hard they ached.?Little one,? I heard Him say, ?tuck your thumb tightly against your other fingers.? I tucked my thumb against the other four that I was now fucking myself with and I moaned as it trailed over my clit for the last time.?You can do this, little one, come on now, slowly, twist your hand and push forward,. So long as you knew your own limits, Jim didn't really care how old you were. And even if you did step outside your limits, there was always a spare bedroom you could borrow for the evening, or at the very least a couch you could crash on. Those beds and couches were often borrowed during the course of the evening as well... George and I went with the full intention of staying the night. George and Jim were rather good friends, and George usually helped him set up the place beforehand and tear. So a week later on the phone she say's if you promise to be gentle I want to try it.I never say no to Barb.So the first time we went for it started out rough.We were all lubed up and ready to go.She got on her hands and knees and I got behind her.As I started slowly into her asshole some how i slipped and jammed into her.I stopped right then as she was hurt.I held her.I kissed her.I knew she was hurt.I was ready to just let her be till she was ready to go home.Then she said "Okay lets try that. Mommy was pouring shots at the Rumble Seat for guys who couldn't go home without liquid fortification or who just wanted to look at her tits over the top of the scoop-necked blouses she wore behind the bar, an outfit designed to encourage them to stay, drink and leave big tips. Neither of them knew or particularly cared where I was or what I was doing, though Mommy had a good idea.The store sells household goods, and there are enough Irish customers around the factory that Mr. Moran thought it.