”She nodded and put it on speaker. “Hello, John. Before you say anything, I’ve started recording all my calls. Do you want to end the call now o...r do you agree to be recorded?”“Since when?” John’s voice blurted out.“So I take it then that you’re okay being recorded?” she pushed.“Whatever,” he said. “Be ready at 7 and be out front.”“I’m not going,” she said. “After last week, did you really think I was going to your house ever again?”“You’re gonna pretend to be the good wife?” he laughed. “We. It was semi erect. I pretended not to notice. We enjoyed good conversation and, after several glasses of chablis, Erin and Isabelle excused themselves saying good night and headed off to their room. “Oh my, oh my,” moaned Bobby. “What?” I asked. “Oh lordy, Abbey,” explained Bobby, “My wife insisted I come to this resort with her. She and Isabelle have been coming to nudie camps ever since Isabelle was ten. I’ve never been able to do it before, being so fat and outta shape. But she finally. When he left for the evening, I found a new outfit for me to try on and a note saying he’d be back tomorrow evening at six. The shaking and quivering started back again. He tried to soothe me by rubbing my shoulders, but I could feel my pendant clip-on earrings bobbing about like chandeliers in an earthquake. When lifted his hands, I fell forward against the couch. He went to work slowly and methodically, lifting my skirt up and sliding my panties down - just enough to expose the important. Well, I didn't want to waste my time or his (I was there to suck and swallow, not get sucked), so when he asked if I wanted to fuck him I replied that I am usually the one that gets fucked. Wow, did this change his mindset. Instead of sucking me, he began rubbing my gay ass crack. Oh man, do I like that! He stood up, took out his cock --about 6.5 inches and thick and said "get me hard so I can fuck your ass." You don't have to tell this faggot twice. I was instantly down on my knees.