Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2011 17:16:31 -0700 From: dnrock@rock.com Subject: Robin 4 Robin by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) edited by Hap. 4: Settling In and Making a Place Spring is sprung! Flowers are blooming, Robin is performing at the top of his class, and his parents have given up actively looking for him--we think. His brothers and sister regularly correspond; his work as my engineering clerk/research assistant is solid. Above all he is happy--I think--busy as teens should be, and enjoying life through learning, experiencing and participating. Robin is in love and beginning to experience all the pains and pleasures of the state. Oh, he and I still enjoy sex and share the same house--and usually the same bed. Our relationship has settled into a kind of father/son, sex partner/mentor, teacher/student, roommates/companions complex with lots of sex, now in a post initial bonding mode. He is in love with life and he thinks he is in love with Ms. Swanson, a 25-year-old lawyer who lives across the street. He also thinks he is in love with Mr. Ronda, his math tutor at the school, Sylvia one of his grade 11 students and Arno one of the grade 12 students. He has a crush on the teacher, fucks the lawyer one or two times a week, takes Sylvia to dances and parties and has frequent oral sex with Arno, a sports buddy. I am working lots of overtime due to a large number of geotechnical contracts, so am glad Robin's attention is diverted from being focused on me. My daughter Liz came back to Vancouver from graduate school and works in the office editing reports. John has a lady he lives with and they are expecting a child. I am to be a grandfather, of all things. Gloria would have loved to see and be a part of this. I am looking forward to the child; I love kids and spoiling a grandchild is right up my alley. John looks after field projects for the company, so he is often out of town collecting data. Everyone was gathered for Easter; this house had not been that full for years. My daughter-in-law was six months pregnant, Liz brought her lover, a lovely girl named Alice, and Robin and me. Everyone accepted everyone as new family and I could play the role of patriarch. MC and Phil often joined us; it was one long party week. Liz finely came to me late one evening to give her approval of Robin. She did this in her usual off-handed way, by saying I had surprised her by taking on such a young and male lover. I just smiled, told her my surprises should be old hat by now and how many times both Robin and I had slept with Tammy on her last visit. John never said much to me, but he told Robin in private he was more then glad to have a new brother. He told him that with two of us, perhaps we have a chance of keeping Liz in line, but dad was a lost cause; she always gets her way with him, you know. Robin and John get along so well that I resolved to send Robin out on a field job with John this summer for a little brother-bonding time. Liz and Alice moved to Seattle and work mostly on line. Melinda and John live across town in an apartment for the time being. Anyway, Robin's love lives were becoming very complicated. He was bringing both Sylvia and Arno home, one-or-two times a week by the summer break. I was getting a bit concerned, mostly for me, as all these young bodies fornicating in the house kept me in a permanent state arousal. The teacher would not get drawn in, to his credit, and his resolve strengthened mine. The lawyer turned out to be a real find. Robin had made friends with Olivia Samson when I was out of town. She had moved in after Gloria died, so I never knew her nor she me. Gloria was the neighborhood social organizer, not me. With Gloria, Robin played the motherless child role to the hilt. I think sometimes he is a better actor than engineer, spinning a yarn of half truths about being sent away from home, sort of exiled by his dad to live with dad's evil brother--me. Robin missed his mom badly, but since I was such a neat uncle, he didn't much care if he ever saw dad again. He played on her sympathy; she let down her guard. Robin charmed the lonely woman, telling her he was so confused about his sexuality and with me not being around all the time.... Well, he was in her pants in less then a week. After I got back he started inviting her over for dinner and wine and hot-tubbing, and before long I had her in my bed too. This was after Tammy's latest visit and before Easter. Robin is fast if nothing else. Tammy arrived on a Saturday and was off on a mapping assignment to Ecuador on the next Wednesday. She was Robin's first woman, but when she departed he assured me she was not his last. In fact, she was my first too, but I never let her know that. We were both inexperienced enough not to realize it at the time. When I arrived home on Saturday afternoon, I saw her rental car in the driveway. The door to Robin's room was closed and her suitcases were in the guest room. I had several quick pangs of jealousy but settled down to keeping my word. I don't know how long they were at it, but from the moans and groans Robin had mastered some technique or another. About 7:00 PM they showed up for supper, dressed in their undies. Both looked like they had just run some kind of marathon. Tammy was as straight ahead as always, striding across the room and planting one long passionate kiss on my half-open mouth. She got a straight Scotch while saying she hoped I didn't mind, but Robin here looked so sexy she just had to rape him before some old bastard like me did it. Robin just blushed; those apple cheeks of his were bright red. I quipped something about obviously having trained him well, judging by how long it took her to wear him out. She just rubbed her crotch and commented that now that he was fucked by the same wonder women that taught me how, his butt would become sealed. However, no girl in Vancouver would be safe, either. I went over to Robin, took him in my arms and kissed him passionately while I pushed my hand inside his undies and began probing his anus. I told Tammy she was wrong: his ass was not sealed and no girl--or boy!--in Vancouver would be safe. Now he was red all over, not just his face. We had dinner and a good talk before I dragged her into my bed. Tammy likes to fuck long and hard. She likes two or three men at a time, but I figured Robin could hold off until morning when I would need some help anyway. We pawed, fondled, kissed, sucked, licked and fucked with all the lust and passion that we had shared all those years ago. Tammy comes easily and often. She likes sex and wants it, but she is no slut; she is highly discriminating and selective. I awoke to find Robin standing at the foot of my bed, his cock standing straight out and rock hard. I threw back the covers, waking Tammy. She is one of those people who are instantly awake and aware of the situation. She spread her legs and summoned Robin between them, his mouth clamping on her pussy like a hungry puppy. I began kissing her and fondling those large round breasts. Moving around so Tammy could work on my cock I began playing with Robin's cock and little round butt. Tammy had me hard in short order, so I urged Robin to move up and begin fucking her. He eased into her dripping pussy and at the same time I filled his rectum. This would be Robin's first double fuck, in fact it was mine too. Tammy is not overly fond of butt fucking, although she will do it, if I remember correctly. Robin was going wild and as he pushed in, I pushed in, as he drew back I drew back. Robin's ass is just about the finest and best I have ever had, not that I have all that much boy butt experience. I sure like pussy, but, at least at this time, Robin's ass is just the best thing going. I climaxed, Tammy climaxed and soon after Robin unloaded. We boys collapsed on poor Tammy. Robin lay between us as we fondled and touched his hairless boy body. It is so smooth and lean. By Wednesday we were all just about fucked out. Robin likes oral sex with men, I knew that, but he sure liked oral sex with women too. He told me later that Tammy's smell and taste were as stimulating as mine. I took that as a complement. He could 69 with her longer then he ever imagined was possible. She promised to return to Vancouver as soon as the mapping project was done now that she had "two of the best cocks in world" ready to please her. Tammy also found time to advise Robin on his uniform and non-uniform wardrobe. She insisted he wear these very sexy thongs under all his clothing, especially the tight fitting uniform pants, saying this look would drive all the boys and girls wild. It drives me wild and I'm sure everyone else too. The kid probably needs a stronger female influence in his life but I'm not convinced it needs to be a mother figure. Olivia had come to the house one evening after dark, wanting me to sign a petition about streetlights, but I was away in Texas evaluating a job. The boy was quicker than lighting. He quickly sized her up and, having seen her in the neighborhood, knew that she lived alone across the street and down two houses and that she was a lawyer, but did not know her name. She asked for Mr. Smyth and as it was after dark Robin invited her in, explaining his uncle was away and could he help? She presented the petition for improved streetlights in the neighborhood. Robin was still dressed in his school uniform, which she noticed, and went to leave. Robin stopped her, called me and asked how the thing would get signed, since closing was Friday and I would not be back in time. I took his signal since he knew I would be back on Thursday at the latest. He told me Ms. Olivia Samson from across the street, needed it more or less now. "I take it this one is a real fox?" "Yes sir." "You want to establish yourself with her?" "Yes sir." "Will I be jealous if you get to her before I do." "Yes, sir." "I take it she is standing close by." "Yes, sir." "Read it to me please." He handed the phone to Olivia and she read the proposition. "Okay, I'll sign, put Robin back on please." Robin came back on. "Robin, you can initial the space and Olivia can stop at my lawyer's office, her office is in the same building, and he has a power of attorney and can sign for me. Now, tell her this and then escort her around the neighborhood and invite her home for dinner. You can make up the frozen chicken cordon bleu in the freezer. Tell her it is too much for one so she must help you eat it. Tell her I insist that you accompany her and that she share your meal." Robin did the rest. He played the lonely card, the motherless child card, and the boy-scout good deed card. By the following Monday he was in her bed and he was in love--at least he thought he was. He called me later that evening to say he was successful, and that she was very beautiful, full of fun and had invited him for dinner tomorrow. "I did just what you told me to do, added a bit of my own, like offering her wine with dinner and complained a lot about missing my mother and sister. She ate it up Uncle Derek." "Son, I hope you didn't lie to her." "Oh, well not lie but I just left a few things out, you know. I do miss my mother and my sister, I just let her fill in the blanks for herself." "Well, be careful young man not to get hoisted on your own petard." "What?" "It is a line from Cyrano, I'll explain it when I get home." Robin is amazing; he had looked up Edmond Rostand and read that play and several other works that were in my library by the time I returned. Robin and Olivia settled into a more-or-less twice-a-week affair that took place at her home. She never knew that Robin and I were lovers. I got in her pants several times a month until Robin went away for a good part of summer. She had become accustomed to regular sex so I got to fill in more often. She is a very nice person, passionate and warm, but not willing to make a commitment. Older men and teen boys were safe relationships. She was not overly adventurous in sex either. Robin often expressed his disappointment in her oral skills, but since Tammy and I were the basis of comparison his judgment may not be fair. After leaving her bed he would usually fuck my face and I would fuck his butt before falling asleep. I found she did not like oral sex performed on her much either, but she liked to see nude male bodies and feel a big cock in her pussy. John and Robin left the city in mid-June, as soon as classes finished. I figured John was about as sexually deprived as he had ever been in his young life. Melinda was eight-months pregnant and not much interested in his body at the moment. John is very loyal and no matter what he would not look outside their relationship for gratification. He was glad to have the assignment. I had to agree to make sure Melinda was assisted and given family support, which was no problem for me. All I had to do was be dad. John was to be brought back in time to attend the birth of their first child. I was in attendance for both him and Liz, getting in the way more likely then not. I had Liz and Alice come down and stay with Melinda, telling them to start aunt-hood a few weeks early. Robin reported most of the following to me, but not until well after the events. He was excited to be going on a field assignment with his new buddy/brother. He was not prepared for adjusting his life style and situation. They arrived in Wyoming, taking up residence in a local motel, meeting the mine staff and organizing their data collection duties. After about three days, of near non-stop activity, things began to become routine and boring. Collect and reduce data, adjust stuff and wait for more data. John was prepared for this and his personality is suited for just this kind of activity: go full out when you need to and take it easy when you can, a sort of roll-with-the-punches kind of attitude. Robin is still a bit of the go full out all the time, take no prisoners, get into everything 110% type. He is a lot like me. He was totally let down by the lack of stimulation and constant activity. Gillette is not a bad place, but it is small and a bit boring for a young stranger. Robin became quite depressed and upset. In short, he was homesick. He didn't like being alone in a motel room. He was completely sex starved finding his hands poor substitutes for the human contact he was accustomed to. He was unable to sleep. Crying in his bed late one evening he called me, begging me to bring him home so he could get his butt fucked, so he could sleep with Olivia or me. He was so lonely. I gave him what comfort I could over the phone and suggested he tell John and ask him how he managed these feelings. Robin was not impressed, but I guess by 2:00 AM he had worked himself into such a state, his self-perceived embarrassment at being homesick was overpowered and he knocked on John's door. John is a caring person and was not even angry at being woken up. Robin finally broke down crying, which was the one thing John could never stand. All his mother ever had to do was look like she was going to cry and John would acquiesce to whatever she wanted. Robin told me, "John put his arm around me like you do and held me, and called me his little brother. I began to feel a lot better." I always thought John was a straight arrow as he never seemed to be interested in male-to-male sex and always seemed to focus strictly on the girls. I guess it took a while for Robin to spill out all his problems to John. Robin said he was afraid John would not respect him for being such a wimp, but then told me, "he acted just like you Derek. He never judged me, he was not critical, just supportive and he never moved his arms. He just held me against his body and asked your kind of probing questions, until I admitted that I was lonely, sex starved and that all I wanted was to sleep with you, where I would be safe, loved and well fucked." "John was so kind and gentle. He was not shocked or upset that I was his dad's lover. When I finally got it all out and stopped crying he slowly moved his arm from around my shoulder, took my hands in his, and said something about fixing my problems, just like dad would. `Isn't that what big brothers are for?' he asked. Then thanked me for confiding in him and having confidence in him and sharing my emotions with him. I was dumb struck, my biological brothers and sister would never have done that." I reminded Robin that John had one hell of a teacher in his late mother and that I was okay at it too. Robin laughed saying, "John told me that whenever he doesn't know what to do, he asks himself `what would dad do and how would dad do it.' He suggested I do the same." Now that is one hell of a complement and I was glad to get it, but would have appreciated it more getting it from John directly. Children! I guess I never will understand them. Robin was so happy, and then I guess John shocked the hell out of him. He kissed Robin, pinning him onto the bed. John admitted to being as sexually deprived as Robin and, well, "fucking your brother can't be considered cheating on your wife, can it? Don't answer, just take your clothes off kid." Robin later reported, "We 69ed and fucked each other, not falling asleep until the sun was starting to rise." I remember thinking it odd that John's expense account showed a change in the room charges. John had said something about needing more office space and the motel being short of single rooms, so they moved to a suite. I guess they shared the same bed and each other until I recalled them a couple of days before my grandson was born. I never suspected that they had formed any kind of sexual bond. We talked often about business and I called them every few day, in the dad, not the boss, mode. I knew they were becoming friends and brothers should be friends, so that pleased me. I knew John would teach Robin about me and give him pointers about how to "live with his strange parent." I was pleased that I had taught him so well and that he had learned to be compassionate and caring. I am a little sad that I didn't have the chance to teach John about male-to-male sex; I know Tammy taught him about women when he was 14. I wonder which one of my gay friends taught him about boys? Robin assured me John was experienced but obviously his butt had not been entered for a long time. I also learned that Liz realized the two boys had been sharing each other as soon as they got home. I, the trained observer, never had a clue. Neither Liz nor John ever said a word to me and I had to promise Robin I would never admit to knowing. John wanted it that way. Why I will never know, but both Liz and Robin more-or-less respected his wishes. I have never been sexually attracted to either of my children. I love them, respect them and can honestly say they are beautiful, sexy, trustworthy and honest people. I know John has at least nine inches of fat, hard cock and, based on comments from his women, especially Melinda, have made, he sure knows how to use it. I have never desired either of their bodies. Our family's attitude about sex has always been completely open and accepting. I took Liz's homosexuality and female partners as completely normal. They have always known our family does not judge others; we take them as we find them. John would know I would not care if he and Robin had a relationship and that I would never even ask had I suspected. Sometimes one just doesn't understand others and never will. I take it from Robin's comments that with John he is the primary bottom and John the primary top. I prefer a more equal sharing myself, but I know Robin favors his riding my cock and then fucking my face. I just take it any way it comes. John is completely devoted to his family, Melinda and now the baby. I was like that. Once I bonded into a life-partner relationship, I was steadfast in it. So was my wife; that was just the way we were and the way I am. I doubt that John and Robin engaged in much, if any, sexual activity once they returned from the field. If they were to go out on another assignment remote from Melinda and I again, who knows? They do have a much stronger friendship bond, more like brothers, and Robin is playing the uncle role with a youthful offhandedness; he does seem to spend lots to time at John's. I don't think Robin and I have a life partner relationship. Not yet anyway, and probably not ever. I think we will form a life-long relationship, but that may or may not have a sexual component in the future. Robin got his driver's license in late spring. I don't quite know how the lawyer did that without altering Robin's birth certificate, but he did. I gave Robin access to one of our old company mini-vans with not much power and dented enough for a new driver to gain confidence and experience with. A teen, especially a boy, needs his license and wheels to help their independence. Liz demonstrated that better then any teen I ever knew. She just had to be independent and to demonstrate it. A car did that for her. She has always been more like a male then a female. She was always the most sports-oriented and self-confident of my children. In fact, she has often complained that she should have been a boy and "got the balls" instead of her brother. John has always taken this talk in stride, confiding in me that she may be more aggressive then he is, but he's not trading. He likes being a man and would not like being a woman with its attendant body function differences. He is no fool; both Liz and her mother had menstrual cycles with almost debilitating discomfort. John was not like other teenaged boys: he never had a car of his own and never felt he needed one, until the baby, of course. Robin was introduced to the local teen scene by Phil and MC. They, being a bit older, did not hang with Robin's age group but would often interact with Robin and a few of his new friends. I got reacquainted with the young people fast. The yard and house were populated with all shapes, sizes and colors. Most were dressed and decorated in rather outrageous costumes with brightly colored hair, body jewelry, and baggy half-falling-off clothing. They tended to swagger in with a youthful bravado like a mask designed to hide their insecurity and ignorance. These boys and girls were experimenting with life. I found them very refreshing, once we got to know each other. At first they were a bit unsure about me. Several had brothers or sisters who were recent students of mine. At first they were unsure how to address me: Professor?...Dr.?...Mr.? One confided that her older brother said I was the toughest, fairest and probably the best professor he had. I teach rock mechanics and a few other geological engineering courses. I put them at ease early on by dressing casually and drinking beer from the bottle. Robin needed teen friends but was not sure what my house rules would be. He still had not learned that his biological parents and I had quite distinct views about what was important and what was not. They would never have allowed the attire, hair color, body jewelry and perhaps not the ethnic and racial diversity I was prepared to encourage. I asked his new friends to just call me Uncle Derek, and to observe the house rules: clean up after yourself, no fighting, no illegal substances, play safely and practice safe sex. In general, give others the respect you expect to receive. For my part, I told them, I won't lie for you and I won't lie to you, and I'll try not to lecture outside the classroom. Most of this group became regulars, and over the summer we became friends. I earned their trust and they earned mine. I did lecture a bit too much and I know sometimes I bored them to tears with my convoluted stories. Oh, I got calls from parents wanting to know if this or that child was behaving, or was in fact at my home as they had said, and so on. Some of these parents were known to me through scouting or other community groups, some not. The Asian families were mostly new to me but we got along well. A few knew Liz was a lesbian and most were aware of my religious neutrality. These kids were also quite a sexual turn on. The girls and boys were all bright-eyed, nicely shaped and, when in skimpy swim wear, an instant hard on for this old man. Robin, recognizing my constant state of arousal, made sure my cock was well attended to. He offered to fix me up several teens who had expressed a willingness, but I declined, saying that it would not be right for him to use his influence that way. I didn't know what I would have said or done if one of those nubile kids really came on to me. I know a few of the girls lost their cherry in some dark corner and at least one boy had his first butt fuck in Robin's room. One day in the fall, Wanda's mother called me to complain about my safe sex reminder to her daughter. I corrected her saying it was a safe sex reminder to all the kids. I lost an old grade school friend less then a year ago when he died from AIDS and I sure didn't want to go through that again with Robin or any of his friends. I asked her if what I said was different from what she had told the girl. Well, she had not told the girl anything except not to have sex. I suggested that was like telling the cat not to eat the canary then leaving the cage door open. I believed it was far more effective to close the damn door. At this point Wanda came into my office giving me the `is that my mother?' long-suffering look. I nodded yes, and signaled her to close the door and sit down. I listened to her mother tell me how difficult Wanda had become and how she believed it was her friends, Robin included, who were influencing her bad behavior. I signaled to Wanda not to make a sound by putting my finger to my lips and then making a throat cutting motion. She nodded agreement, and I told her mother I was putting her on the speaker so I could move around my office while we talked. Wanda's face was white as she listened to her mother badmouth her friends, making both racial and ethnic slurs in the process. She was upset that Wanda no longer wanted to attend church, with the way she dressed (which was a bit outrageous), saying it made her look like a whore, and so on. She accused Wanda of having sex with all the boys and me of allowing it to happen. Her mother told me Wanda would not be allowed in my home in the future and would not be allowed to see Robin or any of the others. I tried to remain cool and collected. Putting on my best professor's voice, I asked her some questions. It turned out she did not know for a fact that Wanda was having sex with the boys or doing any of the other things she was concerned about. Wanda's mother had forced her to visit the priest for a no-sex-before-marriage lecture and the family doctor, who assured her Wanda was still a virgin. Wanda was horrified at what her mom was saying to me, a relative stranger. She was hurt and getting angry. I assured mom that Wanda and all of Robin's friends were just normal teens, of good character and that they always behaved well from what I saw of them. I asked her if her youth had been without transgression and suggested she may be projecting her own guilt on her daughter. That really got the woman going! I ended the conversation suggesting that as Wanda was now 16, the age of sexual consent in Washington, I would not place Robin or my home off limits to her, or anyone else for that matter. I also came right out and told her that the attitudes and opinions she had been expressing were not consistent with her professed religious beliefs, and she was quite right, my god is not hers. Mine loves first and questions later. With that I ended the conversation. Wanda was devastated. She is a very good-looking girl with ample breasts and hips, a nice round butt and shapely legs. She's not overly tall, but not petite either. She has a bright smile with large brown eyes, probably naturally dark hair, and only a small ring in her nose. She was dressed in a pleated skirt and yellow blouse. I was impressed with her ability to keep quiet during mother's tirade. Robin knocked on the door asking if I had seen Wanda. I told him that she and I were in a conference. He knew when the door is closed I was not to be disturbed and `in a conference' equated to confidential. "Okay, Wanda, now that we have had the benefit of your mother's concerns, how would you like to deal with it?" Wanda just stared blankly and began crying. I handle crying like John and Robin: not very well. Grabbing some tissue I moved beside her, knelt down on one knee and placing my arm around her soft female shoulders and comforted the poor girl. My cock sprang into full erection and my thoughts raced to define what comfort was to mean. I wanted to sweep her into my arms, remove her skirt and dip my 8-1/2 inches into her little honey pot. Oh yes, I wanted to fuck her pussy and butt, suck her nipples, and drive her wild with my tongue. I wanted carnal knowledge and control of her body and that was just for starters. My mind returned to reality and I moved to my desk, but not without placing my hand firmly just above her knee to assist my rise. Her flesh was warm and soft; my cock tingled and I think she pussy did too. Well, I hoped so anyway. In this emotional state she was vulnerable, like Robin was those nine months ago. "Wanda dear, look at me and please stop crying." She did and we began to talk it out. I asked lots of questions. She explained her mother's attitude and emotional swings over the past year or so. She was most upset with how she assumed Wanda's life style and conduct was a reflection of her own youth. Her mother and dad were married in a `shot gun' wedding only a few weeks before she was born. Her mother had become increasingly religious over the past several years and now the woman was the extreme of Roman Catholic thinking. Wanda told me her dad often complained about the lack of sex, and given that her mother always refused any kind of birth control and then her little brother's appearance six years ago, well, that filled in a lot of gaps for me. We reviewed Wanda's views and desires and many of her fears. The priest and medical exam incidents infuriated, embarrassed and hurt her. I asked if she had done or said anything that would lead her mother to think she was having an affair or that I was some how promoting teen sex. Wanda assured me that this was all in her mothers "paranoid" mind. I began to see a pattern of pari-menopause. Asking more questions about her mother's mood swings, temper, and paranoia confirmed this in my mind. Now we had to find some kind of solution. I was a bit afraid mother would cause trouble for me, and for Robin's friends, as well as Wanda. I explained my thinking to Wanda and outlined what she could do. This situation was hard on her dad, who worked away from home most of the time (no wonder, I thought), and her little brother. I reminded her it would be difficult for a while and that she must extend a lot of understanding and love toward the woman. Wanda was still in a highly emotional state although no longer crying. I offered her some tea and took a short break. We returned to my office as I still needed to learn more and assure myself Wanda would not do anything rash. I probed a bit about what she and the others did when they were not around my home. Did she have a boyfriend or was she sweet on any one specifically? It turned out she was kind of going with Allan and that her mother found out that they had attended a `woods party' together last week. Robin and several others in the group had also attended. I don't like these woods parties either, as the kids often drank and used drugs. I am always afraid they will get hurt or the drugs will be impure or they will drive under the influence. I understood her mother's feelings and told her so. She protested that they did nothing wrong, well nothing that didn't happen right here at this house. I know the kids sometimes make out and even have sex in some dark corner, so I probed a bit further, reminding her she had to be completely honest with me, otherwise I could not properly help. She told me one of the older kids at the party gave her and her friend Angela some Ecstasy, that's all. Robin and Allan didn't have any, she insisted. Before long, Angela and Wanda were high and lying on the ground 69ing each other. Robin and Allan found them and joined in. "Joined in?" I asked. "Yes, Robin began fucking Angela, his penis pushed my tongue away from her clit and I watched it going in and out of her. His balls hit my face and I kissed them too. Allen wanted to fuck me too, but I said no, so Angela sucked him and he licked me at the same time." She was now very excited and began pressing her hand into her crotch. "Allan played with my butt hole and wanted to put his penis in it. I said no, and Robin told him to back off. Robin ejaculated and pulled out of Angela and I guess Allan finished in her mouth. The boys took care of us and saw we got home." "How did your mother find out about this?" "Oh, she only knows we were at the party, not that we did anything." "Ah, that is why the medical exam. But how did she find out?" "I don't know." "Well, I guess you did something to raise her suspicion after all. It's okay, Wanda, it's okay."