In one hole."Rolling back ontop of Arya, in one forceful shove, the Hound turned the girl onto her stomach. Bringing his full weight down on her, Arya... could barely breath. Grabbing the back of her head, the Hound pushed down hard, practically crushing it into the ground. Arya tried to scream, but she couldn't. Finally, the Hound pulled her up to his face, his fingers in front of her mouth."Lick them. They're going in your arse, one by one."Rather than letting Arya do as she was ordered, the. And you have to tell me if you’re getting close.”Although a bit concerned about all the lube she dripped over my cock, it was only fair after making her wait so long last night.“Okay,” I said tentatively. “If you come this morning I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.” She said as a final warning, smiling mischievously. She started fingering herself right over my face, spreading her lips wide. She took two of her fingers and shoved them in my mouth, letting me finally taste the wetness and strong. Having decided as it was a wet miserable night we might as well stay in and have a few drinks at home. We were on our second bottle of wine half-watching the telly and having a bit of a chit-chat. We got to talking about previous boyfriends/girlfriends and I was boasting (well I wasn’t boasting I was telling the truth) about some of my conquests – I had travelled around a good bit whereas my wife had lived at home all of her life – and I asked her how many boyfriends she had had. 'You’d be. We've expressed serious feelings for one another beyond friendship, and we both feel great about it. I think we each have legitimate needs the other can fill for a time (No idea how long our time together may be. But of course, who does, right?).We've just started to talk through the ridiculously complex logistics that go along with something like this. The fact that I'm married with children will do nothing but make spending time with Bridget a tricky thing at best. This whole thing is a big.