It paved the way for my index finger to join him inside as his ass acclimatized much quicker to the invaders this time and he relaxed.I slowly withdre...w and then pushed back in. In no time, I had a steady rhythm going in and out. I didn’t even notice Eric rocking back on my fingers. I wanted to go for three, but thought it best if I lubed him up with something more than saliva. I could probably work three fingers in, but pushing my cock in would be all together another story.“Don’t move,” I told. Now, remember well that I had never fucked anything close to female apart from my right hand so this was a new experience and crikey it was fucking wonderful. It was warm and moist, comfortable and welcome, and then all of a sudden - oh fuck I just filled it up with more warm wet fluids. I thought my arsehole was going to come out the eye of my cock, what an explosion.A friend of mine once defined male to female sex as the 'wet and slippery act of procreation'. I have to agree with him now. "Real sorry." Why?" Cause I'm going to marry his daughter, and..." Not in this life," cried Mr. Foster, putting down his drink.Judge Peter rapped on his table. "We'll have none of that. Close the bar, please," he said in a louder voice. "I think most thirsts have been sated. Proceed, Mr. Beall." I've forgotten the question," Ned said, squinting his good eye down to the narrow slit of his purple one."I asked if you were sorry you hit Mr. Foster," Wainright repeated, glancing at the jury."Yes,. They smiled and said have a good time. We saw the film, then went for a quick drink. It was quite late by now so I said I'd better take her home. She said no, why don't we drive to the park and hang out and talk. I said ok and we drove half a mile to the park. It was deserted, and dimly lit by the park lights next to the benches, but the park gates were still open, so we walked over to one of the benches and sat down. We chatted about families, about the film, about girlfriends and boyfriends..