I stepped back a little and pulled at her saree. It unwound swiftly from her body and she was left standing in her black blouse & black petticoat only.... She covered her exploding boobs with her hands in shame. I advanced towards her and roughly put my right hand on her head and yanked her towards me. Then I savagely pulled her ‘juda’ (hair) and opened her sexy long hair. My cock almost exploded as her thick long black hair came open and fell to below her ass. I knew I was going to have the time. Gregory, on the other hand, likes to keep a little variety in our sex lives so he has me on anal restriction. I can only get butt fucked twice a week so I have to ration it out until I’m desperate for it and I can’t take it anymore. Gregory can always tell when I when it’s “my time” because I start getting a little more frisky. While we’re fixing dinner, I’ll be sure to rub my ass against him a little more than is necessary. I find lots of opportunities to bend over so he can see the ass. I wouldn't have done it, but he had an erection.I had snuck down into the embalming room, and went in and looked at the latest arrival. It was a nineteen year old boy who'd died of a brain aneurysm. He was beautiful, blond and handsome and muscled.And his cock was sticking up against the sheet.I'd never really looked at a cock before. And, since Mike and Sheila wouldn't be home for hours, I was fascinated. And very tempted.But I went back upstairs and turned on the TV. But I kept thinking about. Even so, he loves ass-fucking. I suspect he does it more oftenthan he tells me, though I feel the same way about pussy-fucking,so no complaint. It's sort of funny -- he's forced to bepromiscuous by his situation. He can't take on a steady beau, noone can ream him out regularly, he needs someone different everyfew days. Because otherwise one of his partners might notice thathe's never not having his period. So for Tammy, it's alwaysdifferent strokes with different folks.How did the Red Dog.