My butt hole muscles began to relax and except the stretching. And I begin to push harder into my butt. I could feel the head of his cock pressing aga...inst that second opening. And then begin to ease it through. This was the point of no return. There was no way I could, or wanted to stop now.Then slowly set up straight, and began to work the the head of it slowly deeper into my ass. It was more difficult than I thought it was going to be. The way it looked and the way it felt were two different. Hanging over a special separate hanger under the shirt was the red sash which distinguished the Count as royalty.“It was made for Raymond Huntley,” Grandpa Gerald had explained when he gave it to him. “He was supposed to wear it in the stage version of Dracula when it was brought to this country in 1927. But Raymond so disliked the play– and his part in the English cast– that he refused to come to America. So the producers cast Bela Lugosi as Dracula instead.”As he handed the old-fashioned. One of my friends was over served and I took his keys, I told him to crash in the guest room. As my wife and i where picking up around the pool I told her that Id finish up if she wanted to go and have sex with Mike. She told me that maybe she would. I said do it. She left me outside and went into the house. When I came in I listened at the closed door of the guest room but couldn't hear anything. I went to bed and it was two hours before my wife joined me. As she got into bed I asked if Mike. I smiled. “Do you guys churn it by hand?”“Of course not,” he said. That smirk was still there in his red beard. “We have ladies who do that.”“Of course you do,” I said.We regarded each other.“So there’s something else I was wondering if I could get from you,” I said. “It’s a type of cream. The problem is I’m not sure what it’s called.” I touched a buttery fingertip to my throat and looked away a moment, thinking. I glanced back at him. I thought I saw his eyes quickly returning from another.