I can say I miss being “educated”. I don’t call it abuse because I honestly enjoyed it. My uncle would rim me before my dad worked his way into my tight hole. Once he was in, my uncle would s*** me as my dad trusted hard and deep. My uncle’s eventually moved to Wisconsin but Dad and I continued to play. I’m 25 years old I live in Minneapolis Minnesota and my father and I work each other so fittingly as if it was meant to be.