..”“You have helped me, Buddy,” I said. We drove away.He reached over, squeezed my hand. “If I can do anything to help...”“It’s been a t...ugh year. Divorce. Now this.” And I don’t know what made me do it, but I put my hand back over the console and held his.He looked at me. I came to a stop sign, glanced over. “I need that, Buddy.”“Friends can hold hands, Mimi,” he said. “Things’ll get better. You do NOT appear to be the kind of person who takes a hit and stays down.”“Sometimes, though...” I. I'd never had much interest in Andrea's collection of LPs by the likes of Joan Baez, Pentangle, Bert Jansch, Al Stewart or even Bob Dylan. And the more my sister enthused about Veronica Wilson and her falsetto voice and her idiosyncratic blues-influenced plucking style on the six-string guitar the more I regretted not having brought along a Techno cassette to listen to in the car.Crystal and Andrea had always been fans of folk music and singer-songwriters. In fact, Crystal's first album, Triad,. "Her lower belly churned like a mix-master against me. Lifting her bodily off the floor I carried her into the bedroom and put her down. Her nimble fingers were reaching into my pants as I tried to beat her by dropping them. She won. My dick sprang forth and she made the most delightful sound at the sight of it."Like it?" I'd almost forgotten what one looks like. And yours... yours is the only one I've ever seen or played with."With as much tenderness as I could muster, I opened and lowered her. ”She looked at me and said, “if you want it, take it Daddy!”My heart raced and I felt a surge of pure lust and adrenaline flow inside me. I could feel the precum flowing from my hard cock. The other times we had anal she always cleaned herself with an enema before hand. Once, I had actually administered an enema bottle for her which was quite erotic. I was suddenly hit with a crazy idea.I blurted without thinking, but in a confident tone, “ we need to clean you out first, do you want Daddy to.