I stood there with my cock lodged in her ass and thought back to times with former girlfriends that I broke in or were already broke in and with some ...lube and a little preparation I could fuck them in the ass as easy as I could their cunt.This is something I haven't been able to do with my current girlfriend and although I tried forcing then begging she just wasn't going to let it happen.It may sound bad but I felt I may have a little more control over my assistant, not by way of threatening. Right Comma, while you have been whining, I am now ready. So why don't you come over here."“You what? No way all I can see is two milky white thighs spread and some darker fleshy bits in the middle.”“And?”“I am not going near them; you might crush me.”“Stop being silly. Come on I really, really do need you.”“What for may I ask?”"Look I have cut my fingers on the bread knife, so they are wrapped in plasters and bandages."“And?”"Well, I was reading this story…"“Oh yes, I bet it was one those. I enjoyed her touch as she fondled my breasts as my nipples grew harder. She knew what she wanted to do, as I felt her removing the bra and playfully raising my camisole top up until both breasts were totally visible to all. I didn't care, as I found a great sense of sexual freedom in letting her have some fun while my hands unbuttoned her skimpy top. She smiled at me as my hands found her braless perky titties, with hard erect nipples were waiting for my touch as her hands were lifting my tiny. I grew up the last of a family of six kids in a frightening little neighborhood of South Philly. I mean, this was the kind of neighborhood that you don’t want your kid walking through, not to mention growing up. But for some reason, which I still don’t understand, the kids in my neighborhood grew up successful. Maybe it was the extra fucking lead we had in the water. Who knows? Two neighbors older than me ended up becoming congressmen. The fat kid who lived in the house behind me, he’s the.