His ass which was quite fair and muscular was now all red and was almost as hot as some frying pan and I was fucking him like hell. Slowly and gradual...ly, he started enjoying it and after some 15 to 20 minutes, he was pleading me to fuck him and fuck him faster! He was then also moving his ass to and fro and thus sound of that sex covered all the rest. Then I suddenly went slow and as if some divine power had gotten into me, I shot out my load like a pistol in his ass and he was almost exhausted. 00 am, it looked like she was saying goodnight to Phil as he left the room as I was walking over to suggest to Anne it was time for bed. On arriving in our room I noticed the bed covers were a little messier than when we left earlier in the evening but I put it down to a memory lapse, though on actually getting into bed I felt a damp sticky spot on my pillow after touching it with my fingers and smelling them I realised it was a guys cum. I turned to Anne and told her she was a randy bitch for. Her attire would have been more appropriate for an evening dinner date. She was wearing a thin, light blue dress that was cut low enough in front to show off her ample cleavage. It’s skirt stopped just above the knees of her shapely legs. However, I was not about to complain. Why would I want to tell a good looking gal how much cleavage to show me? I decided to simply enjoy the show. As Jean sat down, I caught just a hint of her perfume. She not only looked good, but she smelled delicious,. .." He stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes now drifting upward as he seemed to savor the memory. "Why? Why couldn't she? What do you mean?" Steven asked in near panic. "I had a wife once, a very pretty one, much like yours, if I may say so, sir. She had tastes, for, well, certain things I couldn't provide. I returned to our home one day to find her enjoying a ride on a rather well-endowed young man in our own bed." The man stopped, looking at him expectantly. Steven, suddenly feeling the urgent.