I felt my cock twitch.Carol looked me in the eyes and smiled, slyly. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”“I don’t know,” I said, hoping a...ainst hope that we were on the same wavelength.“It's Christmas, we're old friends, let's celebrate the season..." Uh huh.”“Okay, I come here to eat a lot. Go up the stairs, turn left, there are three doors - gents, ladies, disabled. Go upstairs in five minutes, I’ll meet you there.”“Seriously?”“Just getting into the festive spirit,” she said.“I’ll be. As quietly as possible I went to the door mashing the side of my head into it and listened to a woman on the other side. At times she forcibly sucked air; at others she forcefully expelled it; then there would be small moans or tones of satisfaction followed by deliberate care not to move sufficiently to make the springs witness though I could hear distinctly physical activity. In rigid, lubricious joy I stood barely breathing. After several additional minutes, the springs again began to sing. My husband Dave had caught me in the barn with my cousin Earnest just a few weeks ago and he made a point of totally ignoring the fact that the excited Earnest was only a short distance from blowing his joy juice straight up my brown-eye with a shout like he had just won a blue ribbon. I didn’t make fun of Earnest’s childish enthusiasm because in all honesty he had gotten to me yet again with his extra-long cock and determination to push my button in a way that made me turn into melted. “I’m going to make love to you, not **** you!” Amber moved me to the bed and propped two pillows under my stomach. Then she pulled the rubber gloves over her satin gloves and dipped two fingers into the anal lube. “This is going to feel cold,” she said. “Until I make you hot!” Without any further warning, she plunged a gloved finger into my ass and began to wriggle it around. She was right. It felt uncomfortable at first, but then it started making me horny as hell. I could feel my cock growing.