"We didn't get our full five hours in, but it was close to 2 a.m. and we'd been at it more than four. We'd hadn't found much useful, until our last ru...."Bingo," I said, picking up the sweetest Mojo."What?" Jackpot. We've got a home-run, babe. And it's about friggin' time."I linked it to her. "What is that? A snake? Is it any good?" she asked."I'll say. You could farm non-stop for two weeks and not find its match. Probably one of the half-dozen best items I've ever found. I know someone who'll. She would wet her hot little digit in between diddles with her saliva, and on about the fifth time of doing this, she pushed her middle finger straight up my quivering ass. She began fucking her finger into me while Steve and I caressed the heads of our dicks together. "You like having your ass banged like a little whore slut?" she asked. "Oh fuck yeah, bang my ass you sweet bitch!" I responded. With that she added her ring finger into the action and began a twisting motion as she pushed. The first night we "did it" was a week night. we were out at Rosin Dubhs bar, and Lydia had on a hippyish skirt & holdups, and a loose cotton checked shirt. Several pints of Guinness later (She could drink me under the table) and we were on the way back to her flat. Arms around each other, stopping to kiss deep, our hands occasionally straying where they REALLY wanted to go.. I could feel her hips moving as she walked, and my hand moved around to her front just above her crotch. She had one. The same necessity gave us the “other” hole, albeit a place for our penis to rest every once in a while.Back to the story, gradually the occasional greeting changed into small talk, then casual visits to homes for a tea or a coffee or whatever. All the time I would admire her beauty and feast my eyes on those mind-blowing curves. The daughter would be off to college and the son to senior secondary school. Husband to office as usual. I would sometimes work from home and it is during those times.