"Replacing the telephone he turned and said, "I think a night in a cell and a week or two cleaning out the stables will make some amends for his rude ...handling of you. Now is there anything else before I join you on that bed?" There is just one thing. I could never share a bed with a man whose name I don't know," giggled Lady Johnson, "It really isn't done you know."Forgetting he didn't have any boots on, the Colonel stood to attention and tried to click his heels, saying, "Obersturmbannführer. .almost to the point it hurt!! Probably in anticipation of my next action.Now I'd like to think at some point, every guy is curious about what a certain girl's asshole looks like. I know I've had my wild fantasies before. I'll be talking to a cute cashier at Starbucks, and as she smiles at me while taking my order, I just brazenly wonder what her asshole must look like...probably pink, probably discolored, nice ridges, etc etc. I'll be chatting with my bank representative in her early-to-late. Her slit was soaking wet. She slapped my hand away just as Tim came in the kitchen. Did you sleep well I asked him? He said yeah. I lied and said me too. After we ate Tim and I got dressed and went to see where the river was. My wife said she would stay at the cabin. It was cold and I told Tim I wasn't going to fish. He said me either. We headed back to the cabin. I told him on the ride back that if he wanted to fuck my wife I was OK with it. He said cool. When we got back we found my wife. I never dreamed I’d actually see Her for real, be allowed into Her presence. As a life-long girl-worshipping wanker it was always my dream to worship personally, but the thought I could actually meet up with a beautiful glamorous model was beyond ridiculous – what girl would want to meet up with, even be seen with, a disgusting old pervert in his dirty rainmac and baggy wank-trousers?I stood there, feeling very out of place, and my heart raced as I saw Her arrive at Her stand. Part of me was.