"What do you think?"Matt ran his fingers up and down Martin's hard shaft."Oh, yes. Hard and huge, just what I need up my butt."Martin got on his hands... and knees. Martin got behind him, got his cock at the entrance of his brother's butt, and started to push.Matt's ass was so easy to fuck.And Linda was watching it.Now, it doesn't matter what it seems, Linda Parker was not stupid. She knew what was going on. She knew that this had happened before. She knew this wasn't the first time between those. " Okay, you have a point. Keep on with your finger, and let me see if I can relax enough for it to quit hurting. We will need at least two fingers, though, to come close to the size of your cock."I resumed with moving my finger around her anus and into her colon past the sphincter in a kind of finger-fucking motion. I used up nearly half a tube of KY before Ruth called a halt to the effort. "Dammit, no matter what you did, it still hurt with just that one finger. I guess that I will just have. All the memories from my youth came flooding back, especially how soft and smooth it felt and yet so unbelievably hard at the same time. He kept telling me how good it felt and how bad he wanted to fuck my wife and cum in her. I sort of lost track of time except I was aware of my wife's moaning which meant her orgasm was not that far away.He asked me if I wanted his cum, or should he pull out of my mouth at the last minute. I had some hesitation about letting him cum in my mouth only because. My rugby and dance seemed to develop in tandem and the rugby coaches began to chat to Madame Fabre about my experiences with dance in rugby training in England, but nothing had come of it yet.Madame brought a male dance teacher she knew in from Carcassonne to help me develop the skills I needed to do the lifts of Laurence. He was rather non-plussed by my small height but we worked together over a number of weeks. I found the lifts easier after his help. He didn't feel that I would ever be able.