In my stint in the army I had learned that demolition could explode outward or inward. Also, having had a rather unusual adolescence I had the opportu...ity to deal with women who lived by making inhuman sacrifices—the nuns—and was given the luxury of observing a kind of human nature that few men of my age could boast (See Penguin’s Preference). The drawback of such knowledge though was that I couldn’t boast. I would love to have been a typical male who could tell the world. But the stakes were. After a bath, breakfast and the nurse, we are back in the bedroom, my mother is in jeans and tee shirt.“Where do you want me”“When Sue (my girlfriend) wants shaved we use the swing, is that all right”My mother smiles and gets the swing out, the hook is still up and she erects the swing. She slips her jeans and her black lacy knickers off and get’s on to the stool and sits back on the swing with her legs apart.“Will this do”“I need the straps on you legs like before” I lift each leg up in to. “Well, I don’t think either one has done anything more than just kiss a boy, even though we talk about what we think sex would be like all the time. Yeah, I think they’d both be jealous if they saw me sucking a big cock like yours.” She had a note of genuine pride in her voice as she seemed to realize the extent of the experience she now had compared to her friends. I could see the wheels turning in her head at the thought of the knowledge that she now had that her friends did not. By the look. "If you're a good girl, I'm going to come for you," I say quietly, darting my tongue into your ear. "I'm going to use you, right here in the library. I'm going to fill you with my come; my hot, white come, and you're going to love it. Won't you?"You nod, shakily, beyond thought or reason."I'm going to use you, to use your body. You want to be used, don't you, Mel?"You nod again, breath coming in ragged gasps as your arousal grows.My hands leave your breasts and the cool air of the library comes.