She felt his anusmuscles relaxing as he took her finger deeper up his ass.Her finger was working the magic Sue wanted as he startedto cum. I could see... that he wanted to deep throat Sue ashe changed his angle of entry and started thrustingharder and faster. With each thrust into her mouth, hebrought Sue’s finger deeper into his ass.He was cumming now, but still trying to get his cock downSue’s throat. I even saw her throat bulge up with eachthrust, but he was cumming now and. Up to this point, I hadn’t really considered the ‘what if he wasn’t queer’ question yet, but based on his apparent interest, I wasn’t going to question what I hoped was sincere interest. We chatted a little, and I was right- he was a construction worker, recently divorced and beaten down by the economy, the typical middle-aged sort who felt like life had little to no meaning any more. I returned his dead pan comments with a cheerful spirit that surprised even me, but they were fueled by the. I stand up and tell you to give me the plug. I remove your blindfold, and, as your eyes adjust to the light and you see me for the very first time in person, making you watch as I play with the plug in my mouth - sucking, licking, in and out, making sure it’s good and wet.I drop back to my knees, and press the glass, now warm from being in your mouth, against your asshole. There is a little resistance at first, but once the tip is inside you begin to relax as I slowly work further in, back it. Not that the telling in and of itself was pale. I’ll give credit where credit is due. You write a mean fuck story. They have depth. They have the kind of context and nuance that make the eventual climaxes vibrate and quaver like a harp in my cunt. But all that you imagine, luv, is twelvefold less potent than the great unbridled rut.Here, let me help you. Feel free to put this in your own words. I got pregnant shortly after we’d begun our affair, but not by him (you). We’d already had the “Night.