To me, it looked like he had stuffed his trousers with a salami. I felt my jealousy, and horniness, rise to new heights.As he turned and walked away, ...he looked at me, her face flushed red, and raised her eyebrows as she wrapped her lips around her drink straw. She swung around and wiggled her foot into my crotch. God, she looked so damn sexy. No wonder the guy had such a hard-on.She continued to stare into my eyes and smile, but further arching her brow, as if to ask "Well, hubby?"I needed no. She stopped by to see if mom still lived here. She always like my mom. That was when mom invited her to the family cookout. I told her I had an apartment across town. It wasn’t homey but was good enough for a single guy. If she wanted, she could bring the kids over some day and we could use the pool. That was one of the perks of having the apartment. I could register her name with housekeeping and she could bring the kids anytime to swim. She said she would love to and would probably take me up. "We shall then happily eat all leftovers together with you. And drink good riddance to silly Boards and their hordes of dehydrated pencil pushers."Chuckling, the young woman turned to get us a refill.Our supper was, at first, a rather genial affair. We avoided any topic which could be relevant to Karla's issues, had a glass of wine on the verandah, enjoying the mild evening, when she asked me how I had spent my day. Feeling that I should be on safe grounds, I gave Karla Kamilla's regards and. Then I felt something between the smooth sweaty globes of my buttocks and before I could fully comprehend what was going on or the implications, a slippery, soap-covered finger plunged all the way into butthole! “OH MY GOD!!! YOU CAN”T DO THAT!” I blurted, not believing what was going on. It was really weird and I was scared out of my mind, but the most disturbing thing was it actually felt, well… GOOD?! It started moving around in me, probing, exploring, and moving in and out. “You like it.