Anal Office

With one last look at the deplorable condition of my bed I took his hand, led him from my bedroom and down the hall to Paul’s bedroom. It was fully two floors below our and our parents’ bedroom so after establishing that its comfortable couch was excellent accommodation for our sexual activities, if our parents were at home and if one or both of us had an undeniable need (which became pretty routine) once we could hear the soft snoring of our parents’ sleep we would quietly slip downstairs and make love. Shock in his eyes, absolute wide-eyed shock. I knew the time for questions was past, that the best I could offer was my silent witness, my willing listening. Ok, multiple fucks if you must. I understand those stories. My kids almost always want to spend time at home with their teenaged friends so when I go to the cottage I’m alone.