‘Now fuck off and go for a piss.’ ‘Such a lady,’ he retorted with a laugh. He stood in front of the ceramic and thought about his wife as the ...stream of urine splashed into the bowl. He remembered her elegance of the night before and how she’d looked in that dress. The stream dried and he washed his hands as the first glimmer of arousal spiked. He returned to the bedroom and, naked, leaned against the jamb. He studied her for a few moments before she realised he was there. Her eyes were closed,. I slide my mouth over you swallowing your length letting my tongue circle as I taste your essence. My mouth continues the movements that my hands started, moving faster to match the need in you, faster and faster my lips glide up and down holding you firmly in their grasp. I can sense every muscle in you tighten, I can hear your moans and my name being called and I know that you are ascending to that place, that you are conscious of nothing but that aching need for release. I am still stroking. To our surprise it opens enough for you to put a finger in as far as the first knuckle. You persevere and after a few more attempts you are taking the whole length of your finger in your arse. I decide to help with a bit more moisture and I come down with my tongue and lick it back and forth along your arse cleft, pressing on your hole with my tonguetip. I can feel you opening up more; when I pause you put your fingers back and this time start to insert a second finger. Before long you're able. “Unfortunately, I didn’t get lessons. I had to experience my phase through literature.”“Yeah, I never got to ride, either. But I always loved Black Beauty and My Friend Flicka,” Sam said.We arrived at the mall and went shopping. Sam found us matching red and white gingham shirts. She was a little broader in the shoulders than I was and needed a larger size, but I had to admit I liked the look when I tied off the shirt tails under my puffies. From the way Sam followed me into the changing room.