"He might not be able to handle your tight hole, but he will surely do a good job stretching you out for me. My wife can't handle all 11 black inches ...of me. I've always wanted to know what it felt like to slam myself completely into someone. I'm going to fuck yourwhite ass so hard, you'll beg me to stop. Well, you would if you could talk," he whispered, laughing loudly as he went back to stroking himself.I cringed. I was filled to the brim already...there was no way he could stuff more than 3. “Oh yes, just like that! Yes… yes…. YES!” I’d reached my peak and was slowly drifting back to reality.“Guess I haven’t lost my touch.” He was proud of himself.“Not one bit.” I beamed.He moved to straddle me, lifting his shirt over his head as he did so. I was taken back. He’d definitely added muscle since we’d been apart. “Yummy.” I thought. He worked his hands under my tank, pushing both my shirts up and off my body. I used my stomach muscles to hold my upper body up so that I could reach. I think that having the feelings is OK, perhaps even normal.”She leaned back against the wall of the sauna, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.“I have dreams about Peter,” she said softly.“You mean about doing it with him?”“Yes,” she said, almost in a whisper.“And doing it with me is a substitute for doing it with him?”She didn’t answer; she just closed her eyes and tilted her head down. For a few moments, only the hiss of steam rising from the rocks was heard.“That doesn’t bother me,” I. And as he bags the eight-ball in his first attempt all my hopes are lost! I walk in front of him to the toilets and lock the door behind us. I'm standing in front of the mirror and he right behind me. His hungry eyes are fixed on the lovely bumps under my T-shirt. So, to hold to my promise I push the shirt up and let my cheeky boobies jump out. He takes a deep breath and sighs: »Oh, they are just fantastic!« He asks me, if it would be okay that he touches them, but I tell him: »Only when you.