Mom and dad looked at each other. “Well…” Mom began. “It’s just that we know what happens at these high school parties, and we just want you to be careful.” “Yeah.” Dad chimed in. “We japanese can’t have you having fun without us around to nag you about the consequences. After all, you could get pregnant.” “We’re not going to forbid you from going to the party.” Mom continued, ignoring dad. “And we certainly don’t expect you to abstain from any of the things going on. Just… Just be careful. Don’t do anything you’ll end up regretting.” “We’re all for you having fun, but getting overly drunk in grade 9 is something that not just we will be mad at.” Dad BDSM continued. “You’ll really come to regret unusual it too if you overdo it. And don’t even get me started on getting a girl pregnant.” “Dad, I’m in grade 9.” I countered. I felt a bit guilty countering with that given everything I’ve done since grade 9 started. “I know.” He nodded seriously. “But I don’t need to be a biology teacher to know that this is the age where you start feeling urges and figuring things out, so to speak.” “Dad…” I responded lamely, feeling my cheeks burn. “Just don’t overdo it. Remember, you’ve got literally your entire life. And I’m going to pull a dad moment here – if you can, your mother and I would appreciate it if you had no sex at the party. You’re young, you’re curious, so we’re okay with you having a little alcohol, maybe even a little weed if it’s there.” “Timothy.” Mom interjected with disapproval in her voice. He turned to her. “If we try to go our entire lives protecting him from it, that’s just going to make him want to rebel more. I want our son to grow up to be who he’ll be, not our deluded picture of perfection. It’ll be much better for him if we’re open with it when he’s young so he doesn’t overdo it when he’s older.” Mom maintained her scowl, but didn’t say anything. Dad turned back to me. “Anyway, we’re cool with that, just… not sex. That has very real consequences, consequences you don’t even know exist.” That last comment worried me. Obviously, they didn’t know that I’ve had sex before. Hell, they didn’t even know I had a girlfriend. (I was used to not telling them much about my life.) But did I fully understand the consequences? I placed my right hand over my heart, and it was beating very hard as if it was going to give out. For all the satisfaction I'd get from that stretched cunt of yours I might as well fuck a 4 foot sewer pipe. But neither of them noticed; they were preoccupied. I opened my lips, leaned slightly forward and took him in my mouth. He fucked his wife almost as hard as Clint drove his dick into me. My brother plunged his cock into my silky depths. Her tail had already formed a revolving corkscrew, while her unusual hands moved like they had minds of their own. Marks told her that if she is willing to fuck her and let them hear and probably watch. "Blah, still got it first guess." “Thanks for walking me back.” She casually waved her hand at her tent. Anthony nodded and ran his hands up Chloe’s thighs. "What? I bought a horizontal wall mount for my office in our headquarters and hung it right behind my desk. I pumped his little shaft faster and faster until he finally blew a small load of cum onto the shack floor. I needed the largest of my timbers for the strong base frame, I would never have got them up without the wooden pulley block that I had found still attached to japanese a bundle of rope I had salvaged. They're soft and BDSM sexy, and they feel wonderful. He pulled Susan up and sat her on the couch with her legs spread wide as he buried his head between her legs. “Ow, that’s too big.”