She pushed me away, both hands on my chest. “Let me go.”“When we are done, unless you want a second helping.” Then, I think for the first time..., she noticed my erect member which was jutting out of my breeches like a tent peg or something, jumping and bobbling about, its head dark and reddish and its stalk white and blue-veined. “My lord,” she said, drawing away.I pushed her to her back, spread her legs with my knee, gathered her skirts at her waist, lifted her legs on my forearms and brought my. I didn’t feel uneasy about it and let him continue doing it. Naturally as we talked and flirted, his hand moved up my leg to my inner thigh. My response was to let my legs part slightly and allow his finger tips to touch my pussy. He was surprised to find no panties to block his fingers from their goal. I never sleep with underwear at all and just wear a t-shirt or skimpy little gown to bed. He started rubbing his fingers up and down my labia and I spread my legs a little more. He leaned in to. My name is Rob. In 1983 I was twenty-seven years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and a distance runner’s slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Jill. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five year old: 5’7”, slim, brown hair, big brown eyes and small but perky tits. She was a knockout and she knew it. The marriage was a mistake from the start and almost everyone knew it but me. It started going downhill after a year or so, and after about two years I found out she was. After what seemed like a lifetime, I felt Remy's breath quicken and I knew he was close. I pushed against him as he thrust and blasted his cum inside me. He rested against my back. A short time later, I rolled out from under him and took his limp cock into my mouth and cleaned him.I crawled out of bed and into the room to kneel by Bryan. We waited for Remy to dress and return to join us. Once he did, Bryan had me stand and bend over. He had me show Remy and him what Remy had done. My butt was.