First, lift my skirt off my ass.” David did as instructed and glancing at my ass, David let out a loud, “What the fuck? What’s this?” I looked...over my shoulder. There written in felt tip pen were the words, ‘David, thanks for the loan of your wife. Had a great time today. Tom.’ “Oh that? Tom wrote you a thank you note on my ass. I’ll tell you about that later. First things first. Get behind me, and enter me. But keep the yogurt within reach.” David stood there staring for several seconds. I. The routine was we used come early and used to wait at her gate then after few days she called me and said take the key and sit inside don’t wait for me out side so I used to be like 30 or 40 min early and used to watch TV.Things were moving smoothly no bad intention just exploiting the freedom one day as usual I opened the door straight went to kitchen drank water came to TV room and sat was about to switch the TV I heard some was in the bath room and opening the door I turned my head and saw. ‘It’s very realistic,’ she said holding it like she would a cock, ‘and it cums as well. Hold on. Is this like what I think it is,’ she ended looking at me suspiciously. ‘Yes,’ I said with a big smile, ‘just a bit smaller.’ ‘Smaller?’ she said. ‘Yes, he’s about an two inches longer and rounder.’ ‘Christ, you weren’t kidding when you said he was well endowed,’ she laughed. Things were going exactly as I planned. I actually managed to get her thinking about Mike’s cock and wondering about it’s. It was a warm afternoon in late September. Then she wriggled the dress up around her hips and squatted, about one meter in front of him, cigarette dangling between her lips. She smiled up at him, then looked away, began to urinate.“Doing fine and looking sexy as hell..”When she heard the sound of a zipper, she looked up at him. He had his cock out and had it aimed towards her, but at the very last moment, he stepped sideways, began peeing about 50 centimetres from her left foot. “I could, but I.