Instead, I slowly undressed her and she cooperated by turning to make it easier for me. As the clothes and then the underwear came off I was kissing h...er neck, lips, and lastly her breasts as I finished my delightful task.She had already unbuttoned my shirt and released my belt. Why is it men's clothing was never designed for seductive undressing? It always felt awkward to me, right from the beginning, and I don't think it would ever get better. But Sylvia didn't seem to notice. She was evening. I moved my leg over hers and took a tit in my hand and gently caressed it.“Don’t worry he’ll be alright. He hasn’t let us down yet has he, not like other boys we know?”“No you’re right,” she agreed quietly, “Maybe I’m being overprotective.”“Just a little,” I said as I moved my hand from her tit and ran my fingers through her dense pubic hair. I found her slit and gently pushed a finger between her minge flaps feeling for her clit. The little nub was soon under my finger and I gently stroked it. As he began moving faster, no longer concerned about hurting me, I actually began pushing back against him. I had started out just lying there and letting him use my ass, but that no longer was the case – now, I was an active participant! ‘I don’t know how long it lasted, for I lost myself in being ass-fucked. It felt very different from being fucked in my cunt, of course. At first I was very conscious of that big thing going in and out of my asshole – there, I said it! – but soon I was just. I was curious to see what would happen if Buffy tookthem all.She was back to work that Monday, well put together but ever so slightlydozy. The changes in her appearance were, perhaps, minor but to anyonewho knew here she wasn't looking great.Her waist had expanded, so she had a slightly square appearance, and herbosom wasn't quite as prodigious as it had been.Her thicker calves still looked athletic, but possibly more shot-putterathletic than sprinter.Her hair was still thick, but I had looked.