The match went as expected and we had a few beers and a good laugh it was a top afternoon but it was about to get better. With about 10 minutes of the...match left Zara came home, she walked in with 5 beers and said hi to the lads giving them all a peck on the cheek as normal. ( I knew this was so they all got a quick view down her top, one of her usual tricks, the kinky bitch,).My 4 mates ( Andy, Carl, Tom and jack ) all know Zara and knew what to expect. But like me hey were about to get a. ‘There’s very little point in maintaining the macho image now is there Andy?’ I think but again I wouldn’t say it. “Will you fuck me?” you say and my facial expression is one of confusion as I wonder how I’m suppose to fuck a cock that just won’t stay hard! You notice my confusion and you put me right. “I mean fuck my arse,” you add and now I start to understand. I smile because I’m an obliging girl but alarm bells are ringing quietly in my head and the words “He’s gay” present themselves to me. I thought he was going to blow me and I thought it was going to be the other way around. So not to kill the whole night I said why not jack off to one of my DVDs. He was OK with that so we striped got one the bed and played with ourselves. Well this guy was hung! It had to be eleven or more. So I was watching him more than the DVD. When he noticed what I was doing he asked if I wanted to touch it, so I did. His dick felt so good in my hand. My hand looks small around his dick and I am not a. Stuff like that, and I thought well I naively wonder who ‘she’ is that’s when I found the entry-- ‘told off for being late tonight, sexy -bitch grounded me, one day her arse will sting, and she will regret that!” “ I remembered I had been feeling a bit offside that week and had scolded him that time for lateness, I suddenly knew who ‘she’ was, it was me!”She stopped and let her words sink in, drawing breath, and waiting for some sign of his mental prosses. He grunted “go on “ and she realised.