It was a one-block walk around the neighborhood to get to the front door. The two women normally shared a lively morning conversation but today for so...me reason, Mary Ellen seemed quiet. She had just had her 35th birthday and was feeling a little down. However, it wasn't only the age thing that was bothering her. It seemed that her relationship with Richard was losing its spark. She knew that that wasn't unusual for a twelve-year marriage and after two k**s, but it was difficult to accept. Malcolm and I took it slowly, and made sure we checked all our equipment before packing it away - it would be a disaster to be missing a key item on the day and lose exam time getting it from the store. I asked him if he was staying in Cardiff until the end of term; like me, his house lease ran until the end of June and he was in no hurry to leave."I fancy a few lazy days, watching a bit of cricket, catch a bit of sun, relaxing before I start my summer job." That sounds very sensible! My. It was entitled "Anal Sex". I read aloud to myself knowing that she could hear me. The book talked about gradually stretching the anus first to prevent any tearing. I got the rubber dildo from the accompanying package and rinsed it off in the sink. It was sort of a one finger glove, of conical shape, about 5 inches long, small but blunt at the tip and thick and necked at the base. It seemed designed to be manipulated with the middle or index finger. I fit my right hand middle finger in it, and. It's as if I'd walked in on her before she'd had a chance to slip on her panties. Her ass holds angled and bent across the bed, while talking on the phone. I walk back into the room, squat, and press my face right into her ass and brush my tongue across the entire valley. She squeals loudly. "Nothing," she says. "I'm listening. What?" Her legs are strong but I wrap my arms under them and fold them over her back, holding her in place tightly and continue my happy lapping. My tongue moves.