She confidently accepted my offer, and I proceeded to poor her a nice, strong one. As we ate dinner, we started catching up on everything... which had transpired over the past couple of years. We talked about our families, school, and the whereabouts of some of my other former players. Each topic of conversation led to another, and as we continued to talk at the table we both continued to drink. After an hour or two of talking, I suggested that we watch a movie (as there was not. I began to lube my husband's ass the way that Blake had done it for me earlier.I stretched him out with my greasy fingers just like Blake had done, and then I put more grease on the plug and began to gently work it into Jarrod's ass. It was a very strange feeling, to be fucking my husband's ass.I worked it in a little at a time, the memory of how painful it was still fresh in my mind. Each time I gently pushed a little more of it in, Jarrod would grunt in pain. I knew just how he felt. But we. How could she have forgotten to put on her bra, it was not something you forgot — any more than you forgot your panties (she was re-assured to check that she was indeed wearing those)? She was sure she had not forgotten. It didn’t matter really, no one was going to notice providing she didn’t stick her chest out, and it wasn’t as if her nipples were standing. She could buy a new one on the way into work, put it on in the ‘Ladies’. It wasn’t a problem. Sally opened her magazine, ‘How to dump. I'd been so busy, for so many years, that, now that I was on my own, now living at home by myself, I felt the pangs of the solo life and began looking around for female companionship.It didn't turn out hard to do, I soon met a lovely woman, Betty, a few years younger than I am, she's thirty-seven, I'm forty-four, and we quickly hit it off.She was fun and nice and interesting, all good things, and she was particularly attractive. Slender and trim, she stood five-four and had short curly brunette.