Was and is an autocrat: a peacenik in public but a terror at home, an emotional – and, in my case, occasionally physical abuser. He was also a docto..., and got terrific mileage out of his “respect for human life” while seeming to try doing his worst to ruin my mom’s and mine.In short, it was a perfect setup to create a candidate for the Marines (known only half-jokingly as Uncle Sam’s Mistreated Children). We won’t get into the psychology of all that. I’m not sure I understand it myself, but the. Taking my hand, you slide my fingers into it. before i can respond, you kiss me deeply, then answer my unasked question. “Hun, could... would... you kiss me there? if you wouldn’t mind?” my eyes locked to yours, “of course.” i whisper softly, “you know i will, i only need to know your desires my sweet.” kissing you with heat unknown, you hold the covers up high off our bodies, as i slip downward. i stop along the way, kissing and sliding my tongue across your breasts, over their erect nipples.. It was a new hole. I was going to fuck this one for the first time. I found myself kissing his anus like I would have kissed his mouth. Swirling my tongue in and out, and trying to push my lips inside. His hips finally twitched and I began flat out tongue fucking him. His ass shivered. I tried to push my tongue in deeper.I started trying to reach his prostate with my tongue. Should be impossible, but maybe he has an addiction because his body's just built for sex. At any rate, it was fun. Scott was about to resign himself to watchingsome old sitcom when he remembered that theFitzgeralds also had a rather good video tapecollection. He’d watched one on his first time here.Moving to the cabinet, he hoped they’d gottensomething new. By the time he’d gone though the third draw,it was obvious they hadn’t. The fourth draw had alock on it and had been locked the last time. Thistime to his delight it had been left open. “Jackpot!” Scott exclaimed as he opened thedraw. His eyes opened.