Was it just her natural discretion or might the reason for her reticence be that she had enjoyed it more than she had wanted to let on? I knew he was ... bit bigger than me - there are no secrets in the showers after a football match - but Clare had already ridiculed the notion that size matters. But could she have said that so as not to hurt my pride?Perhaps I was being paranoid. After all the whole business had been my idea in the first place. I knew Clare loved me, so why should I doubt her?. She didn’t say yes right away, she made me work for it. She didn’t want to be seen as a slut. The talk eventually turned to someone watching us have sex. But she was afraid someone would find out or she would get ‘caught’. Over time we came up with a fantasy or her being tied and blindfolded, so she could remain innocent. Fast forward a month or so and me my wife and my best friend are getting d***k at our house. we were all very d***k on Yeager bombs, and feeling no pain. My wife got up to go. When I turned the next corner however, I saw something totally unexpected. On the snow covered sidewalk stood a small boy. He could not have been more than six or seven years of age. He was wearing a hooded coat, but it was clear that he had been out a while as the snow was visibly sticking to his hood. Shocked that a boy of his age should be out alone in this weather, I immediately pulled my car over to the side of the snow covered road. Quickly, I got out of the car and approached the boy.. It was supposed to be a punishment. But this was what they all talked about, I even overheard some of the girls talking about fucking.That was what I thought she wanted. But... She leaned back and motioned me closer. “On your knees, and stick out your tongue.” Uh-oh. She wanted me to lick her old cunt! I didn’t think I’d like it but she was in charge.I dropped and moved in until all I could see was black except for what was right in front of me. It was various shades of pink. There was an aroma.