‘‘Go ahead, why don’t you take it out yourself.’’I stared at the big bulge in his jeans. Seeing the bump in between those broad legs made my... mouth water, and for the first time I forgot that this was an arrangement. I actually wanted to unfold that hard present. Get my hands on it and put my face on top.‘‘Is it okay if I – would you like me to touch your legs?’’He grinned. ‘‘Touch me wherever you want boy, but don’t forget about that kiss.’’I reached for his crotch, fumbling with his zipper.. 3. must fuck his arse.4. must let him clean my cuck once finished.On knowing what to expect I went along and had a couple of drinks and then we weet back to there house near Roundhay Park at around 11 p.m.they lived in a small but nice house, wife was good looking and sexy around size 18 which was a bonus as I like abit of meat on my ladies. Husband got me a drink and the wife went up stairs to get changed.While I was drinking my drink the husband gets my cock out and starts to suck me off. Please don't stop."Panting as I fall, he catches me, twirling our tongues, tasting myself on his yummy tongue. Plunging himself deep inside me. Digging my nails in and dragging them down his chest. Leaning back he goes deeper grasping my ass. Picking us up, my back against the wall, my moans escape my mouth. I cannot hold them back, feeling every ridge, every curve of his cock. Releasing me, I turn around. I love doggy style. Bending over I can feel him grab my ass and plunge himself deep. I am incapable of resisting it. When it starts throbbing I can do nothing until it is satisfied.'It had started as a joke. Beverley and Carol had given each other five year diaries on their eighteenth birthdays and both had promised to make a daily record of their sexual exploits. The idea being to exchange diaries when all the pages were full so they could read what each other had been doing. Beverley looked back at the entries she had made. Too many pages had only one entry, the number of.