"It's my body and my place, and you have to play by my rules." Deal," said Michael, his cock swelling painfully inside the jeans Angie had lent him. H...e removed the jeans and underwear at Angie's bidding, and lay back on the bed, his eyes closed. He gasped as he felt her mouth engulf him, easily taking him to the root, all of his seven inches surrounded by her warm, wet welcoming mouth. He could not remember ever being so hard, and it was difficult for him to refrain from pumping his hips. But. We have spent much of our lives together and we know each other very well. We are so close in fact that I will tease her and insult her and she won’t even get mad. If she’s being annoying; like getting in front of my face and not letting me do whatever I’m doing I will tell her to “Fuck off” but she will often pay no heed and just keep on annoying me. If she’s acting dumb I will tell her “You’re stupid” and insults of that sort but she never gets mad, we both very well we are just messing. . I want to fuck you."Sheela Aunty smiled over her shoulder as she turned on her front, lifting her buttocks to him, offering him her anus without hesitation. "Want my ass instead?" she said as she shuffled her knees apart and, reached back, spread her buttocks open for his pleasure. "You really like butt-fucking me, don't you?" she said. "Yeh. You've a nice, hot, tight ass and it doesn't hurt you." "Mm. I like being butt-fucked. And I like that in a guy ..." "What?" "When he cares whether I'm. We saw her move her head and test the strength of her duct-taping before we moved into view.She saw us and froze, and I could see the calculations going on before she spoke. "I guess 'What is the meaning of this' isn't going to work?" she asked."No, not now," I replied evenly."What gave it away?" she asked."That's not important just now either," I replied. "What is important is where we stand. Or more accurately, for you to observe the fact that you don't stand anywhere. You are confined to a.