At this point, though, I didn't even know where to start. At a loss, I decided I'd just go with the flow. My school had a basketball game one night in...a neighboring town and I decided I'd go and watch the Ladies kick ass at basketball and the guys struggle and flail to even appear to be a team (We had a lot of problems on the guy's basketball team and there was so much internal strife that my non-confrontational ass couldn't take it and quit the team). The ladies played their game first and. It echoed back. He was inside her, splitting the accommodating flesh. Buried. That was the feeling. It was new to him. He hadn't wanted a wife; he hadn't wanted a child to add to the lottery. The thought of the dragon usually took away any need for sex. Today, though, it was different. Anna's eyes shone; her color was haphazard. For the first few seconds, when he thrust, she winced. He stilled, holding himself inside her, and kissed her. Her response was so fierce, it was almost a bite. "I can. I guess that's why it's pretty private back here by the pool, huh?" Yes ... and, well, there's more," she said as her hand slid inside my trunks. "We're also somewhat different in other ways, too. My dad was raised on a farm that was pretty far out in the country and, well, they were pretty close as a family. A lot closer than most. They were nudists and, well, they took it a little further than some families might."I was getting an idea where this was going as she continued, "They were very. Who was to know? And was she avoiding it simply because she was afraid she might enjoy it? She looked back at him. “Fine, but just once. Got it?”She had assumed that once he put his lips to hers and felt intimate human contact that he would balk and quickly pull back. She was mistaken. His hands found the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her soft hair and drawing her even closer to him. He was tentatively kissing her at first, testing the boundaries, before his tongue began to.