I shucked off my clothes, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor. My rigid cock pointed the way, straight at the two giggling women who were stil...l clasping one another. “Denise…” My wife started. “…would you mind awfully, if my husband fucked you?” She asked it in an exaggeratedly polite and comical way, causing them to giggle again. “Well, of course not my dear. I mean, what damage can one small cock cause?” With that, they were both roaring. The perfect combination of Glenn's smaller size and his very loving, very cautious approach to it all.Throw away all thoughts Ros ever had on the subject. Forget all she had secretly read about anal sex. The hidden giggles of conversation with her girl friends.Her movements were slow at first, barely noticeable to Glenn, then the gentle coercion. Small rocking motions that met his as if in a dance too subtle to notice.Slowly, the body separation. Room left between the two that allowed some. The fact that we're in different states doesn't make a difference. We'll be there for you. No matter what, my friend, we still love you," I said.I know I use that line a lot, but it never felt more right.The only reason we were able to keep Whitney home from the women's basketball game Friday was the fact it was in Ann Arbor. We still had the game on the radio and practically had to hold Whitney down when the women won again."Yes! That's ten!" Whitney screamed at the buzzer. "We are still. Would I whip her ass or tits? Maybe a dildo rammed suddenly in her pussy while I licked her clit, pussy whipping? Dry finger in her asshole? All while having to keep my cock in her mouth. She loved when I squatted my ass over her mouth and made her lick me knowing I would soon tell her to tongue fuck my ass. It really turned her on to hear me say it and call her a slut. Turning her over and securings her wrists with cuffs, I would tell her to raise her ass and spread it apart. I would start.