Back in those Hardcore days, there were no school-sponsored sex education classes for me to attend. And so I was pretty much left to learn about sex on my own, from wherever I could find the information. And thanks to my strict Spanish Roman-Catholic upbringing--in conjunction with my two parents, who steadfastly refused to discuss things like "the birds and the bees" with me--I lived a very sheltered life, and therefore didn't have much access to that kind of information. However, I still did manage to learn a few things anyway. For instance, I knew that a baby comes out of the woman's body, down between teen her legs, through a very special hole, called a "birth canal." And I knew that all girls have birth canals anal down between their legs, and that that's what made them girls, instead of boys. And by the time that I reached puberty, I had managed to figure out that the large orifice at the very rear of my pussy crack was actually my shaved birth canal. But I used to call it my "big hole," in an effort to distinguish it from my other two, much-smaller, below-the-waist "holes" (my piss-hole and my ass-hole). And I knew that I had always enjoyed sticking my fingers up inside of my "big hole" when I was masturbating, blowjob because it had always felt really good to me, whenever I did that. And I knew that my other two below-the-waist "holes" existed to perform specific bodily functions. I urinated through my piss-hole, and I defecated through my ass-hole. H told C to shut up and stay put and she started to suck anal on my cock precum and pussy juice still driping from it..talk about a wonderful blow job..5 minutes and I was shooting multiple jets down her throat and she never Hardcore missed a drop. A very tired Paula scuffed to the door only to find Dakota asking where Sammy was. Finally she collapsed on the table, her ass relaxing around Jake's fingers. Gia smiled, projecting her usual strength, poise and confidence despite the shaved small anxiety that now settled in her chest, “Me and my sister have been talking…” She started, noting the look of worry that now played across Lacy’s features as she swallowed her mouthful quickly, speaking before Gia had the chance to continue. The beers I downed at lunch make me feel immensely powerful, but I always get anxious before breaking bad news and I take deep, calming breaths. Both of us let our hands touch one another's butts, but we both caressed them ever so softly. “You know dad’s changed, right?” I didn’t need to tell her to continue, or what I wanted. Tom licked the fingers of his right hand and rubbed her pussy and clit shortly before grabbing his cock in his hand. I buried to the hilt in her. That night, I mixed myself a teen drink and then told him, “It’s time for you to blowjob carry me to your bed.”