The man I was on grasped my hips and forced me down fully impaling me on his cock and I realized how long it was. Maybe not ten inches but more than e...ght! He guided me up and down on his cock in a steady rhythm using me like a fuck doll. I loved it. He began chewing on my shoulders and neck and murmuring filth in my ears as his passion rose along with his cock. He began to trust upwards into me as I fell and we were soon pumping with a rhythm.My thighs began to burn and he began to take. She wanted to tell him that she had thought he had left, but she knew he wouldn’t believe her. Stef could feel him next to her, his composure a steady presence even in the jostling, sweaty bar. He inhaled deeply, as if gathering himself. ‘You’re done, anyway.’ She snorted and crossed her legs, trying to make it as clear as possible that she wasn’t about to go anywhere. He laid four twenties on the bar. ‘I most definitely am not done. I told you, I came here for a reason.’ Stef jiggled the ice. But that was about it, and it was more experimentation than anything else." What about on Mom's side? Anything that you heard from her about family love in her early years?" Not that I'm aware, although I wondered about Fay and her sister sometimes. They were pretty close until your Mom and I started dating. But again, if they were intimate at all, I think it was still a case of experimentation. As far as your 'genetics' theory goes, I have no idea if that's ever been studied, or where you'd. One day, they chanced upon an ancient book which told of educational times long past. How children would go to a building some distance from their homes, and sit in a group, in a classroom with a live adult who was the instructor. There was recess too and playing with the other kids. It all sounded like a wonderful experience. The pair of siblings envied the youngsters of yesteryear. They thought 'Oh! The fun they had!' Which by the way was the name of the piece. I recommend you look it up in.