My arms went around her as I felt the lithesome muscles of her naked back. Another kiss and I was breathing heavily through my nose as we clung to eac... other.Karen unbuttoned my smock and enough buttons on my blouse to expose my bra-covered breasts. I pushed my chest out and my head bent back as I started to breathe in quick gasping breathes as she kissed my chest and cleavage. “Get your robe, my dear. We certainly don’t want Arthur walking in on us unannounced again.”Karen smiled, “No, we. The cop turned, then sucker-punched him, and then broke his nose with the flat of his hand.To say things changed immediately at my house is an understatement.My dad still hated me, and more than ever; I now hated him with a white-hot fury. It muted over time, of course, and we learned to tolerate one another, my mother the only thing we had in common.We danced around through my middle- and high-school years; and on the day after I received my diploma, I took all my meager possessions (I'd. Her legs bent and she started to bounce up and down in a sort of squatting position, with me forcing my self in and out of her the effect was that our locked pelvis’s were moving in a sort of circular pattern. She turned to look at me, eye green eyes filled with an unholy hatred and screamed “Little boy likes to fuck, huh! HUH! HU-UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” and with that she bared her teeth in orgasm and looked as if she were ready to rip the table cover in half.This went on for about five minutes; I. After a few seconds of weighing the pros and cons, the wine made the plus column for sharing her real fantasy with him a definite ‘YES’. She returned her lips near his ear and elaborated… ‘I love caveman stories. I love the survival, the wild, the dominance… I love the hair…’, and with that she pulled his shirt bottom out from his beltline and quickly explored his chest and stomach. Trey was gifted with an even mane of chest hair that wasn’t overwhelming but did cover his chest and continue in.