I had my own separate apartment, which was basically a 2 story pool house looking out over the outside dining area and large kidney shaped pool. I had...my own bathroom, kitchen and living area. Even though I had the freedom of living alone I wasn't into extravagant possessions. My only big ticket purchase had been the 65 inch flatscreen TV that took up an entire corner of the lounge area and my monthly subscription to the various sports channels.It was a little slice of paradise that had seen. Then one day it happened. I typed out, Tammy Asher, and an article from a small L.A. newspaper popped up about Tammy Asher, age 12, who had scored three goals in one soccer game for her school team. At the end of the article it said her father, Gary Asher was a very proud daddy. I couldn’t believe it. I immediately went into my boss’ office and said I needed a leave of absence. He said he couldn’t do that so I quit on the spot. I rushed home and packed a suitcase. I drove all night until I. I fed everyone dinner, and then we settled back into the living room. We will start the night off with a game of spin the bottle. I know that everyone plays by different rules, so here are mine. The first time a couple is hooked up by the bottle, you must kiss. The second time, make out while groping under clothes, third time, oral sex, and fourth time is sex. For this game, I have added a rule. You are allowed to pass if you feel uncomfortable doing anything with another person. This final. Huntleys thrusts were getting faster and he suddenly slid his finger down her arse crack and without any warning pushed his finger straight inside her sweaty arse hole up to the knuckle. She threw her head back again and squealed with delight as he probed her anus as he fucked her hot cunt. “I bet you’ve never let him fuck your arse either,” he grunted into her ear as his finger went in even deeper, “have you?” “No.” She panted and arched her back, “he’s never asked.”“But you want to.