She hissed that her cunt still needed a bit more attention.I put my trousers down and got my hard dick buried to the hilt in just seconds. Ana whimper...d and screamed in pain at the violent assault. But she soon started to moan and squeal in delight.Her nice cunt felt warm and wet, but not so tight.Anita said she was too loose and she could not feel me.So I offered her to fuck her in the ass.But my slutty wife then burst in laughter, saying her asshole was as sore as her abused cunt. I asked why. . please.........please............. oh my god..... oh god......"Louder and louder the noises grew, passion amassed an army of lust just waiting for the signal to unleash all of its wondrous power. Hips swaying, rocking with more force, the orgasm waiting, nearing and being ready to rush and consume all of her. My fingers slipped deep into her warm silken mound, feeling the nub of her clit, the heated desire and moistness of her fleshy folds, she buckled slightly, knees giving way, wanting me. I got hotter and hotter, till I was moaning and saying, Oh God! over and over again, pretty much out of control, but not ready to cum yet. My other hand drifted over his ample ass cheeks, rubbing, squeezing, pinching a little. It then drifted into that area between his balls and his tailbone. He, too, squealed a little as I moved up and down, particularly as my hand passed his asshole. You want me to fuck you in the ass? I whispered in his ear. Yes, he whispered back. Turn around, then, and. To be on the safe side he inserted adedication page at the beginning. It read "To Mary Folcroft,without whose urging this story would never have seen daylight". He sent it to her and she forwarded it to her publisher, tellinghim that she couldn't put it down once she started reading it. Shesmiled as she sent it on, and hoped her publisher would like it asmuch as she did. At lunch she told him she had forwarded it to her publisher andshe was certain he would publish it. He told her he didn't.