But as he worked up a rhythm it became a sensation that was hard to describe. Never in a million years did I think my best friend would be fucking me... in the ass! He told me to lie on his back after slowly taking it out. He penetrated me again as I began to stroke myself. It wasn’t long before he pulled out without leaving his cum inside me. We both just sat there panting before deciding it was time to hit the shower.We both got in the shower together and started off rubbing soap on each. It now shone with the mixture of her wetness and her lovers cum. I told her how lovely it looked and how it highen’s the pleasure of lovemaking sometimes to have it played with. “Tell me” she said, “let me show you” I answered and with that I moved one finger around the outside of her hole. There were no complaints so as I rhythmically rocked backward and forwards, I circled her bum hole and occasionally, and with great care, pushed in just the very tip of my finger. Each time I did it was. She rolled her eyes and sucked on his finger.They watched the woman move boxes. A younger man with similar hair, joined her, assisting her with the larger ones.“Mmm,” Denise moaned. “Must be, ah, her s-son. Ah shit, baby,” she said. Henry slapped her ass again.They watched the new neighbors for a bit. Henry paying attention to the mother more than her son. She was fairly lithe. Her breasts, from what he could tell at his distance, weren’t as huge as Denise’s. She seemed around the same. ..ohwow, they are perfect over my already rather femme ass that never reallyfit in men's jeans. And they close so sexily at the front. Holy.....atthat moment, seriously from that moment, I've never wanted to wear men'spants again.I stared at myself turning back and forth in the mirror, marveling at theleg and butt-enhancing properties of the jeans but more so at how theymade me feel. These are trisha's jeans; they are made for her, for me.They make it real in a different way than the slutty.