My rosebud thrilled at the mild irritation of my tight skirt rubbing against the puckered ring of my asshole. Both guys seemed to take turns at pushin... a finger toward my asshole, with absolutely no resistance from me. My mind and body were in unison now as I remembered the last fuck I had.It involved me being the object of desire, between two rampant horny guys, fucking me to such pleasurable heights, that I didn’t hear or notice my husband walking in on the lust filled sex show.With two guys. Peter has been more like a sister to me than abrother," said Sandra, getting a harsh look from Anne."I'm making a deal. You can live as a girl. If you decide after a whilethat you don't want to be a girl, you can be a boy again."Peter pondered this. "But you heard me. I want to be a girl. I'll neverchange my mind!" We'll see," she said."But if you gonna let me be a girl, can I ask you one more thing?" hesaid"Whats that son?" asked Anne."Can I grow my hair long?" I suppose you can. If you are to. My husband said "Do you want to go straight home after this or would you like to find a bar for a little drink", I replied that i would love to go to bar for a little drink and he said "Only if we walk and you stay dressed like that" - I was now feeling really confident getting a little wet so I said "OK".We left the restaurant and walked down the road, my boobs were jiggling and my nipples were getting harder and harder, stimulated by the material of my blouse rubbing against them, and it. I want to watch how a barbarian like you fucks a man."I pressed my cock to the puckered hole and started to push. His arse was tight and felt perfect around my throbbing cock. I slowly entered him until my large rod was fully in him. Initially he struggled and I had to slap his arse to settle him. I began to fuck him hard. I heard cries and moans but I cared not about the slave but only about the pleasure in my cock and balls (I was to remember this lack of compassion when I eventually.