My head is thick, terrible cotton mouth , wondering what the hell happened last night and why i partied so damn much. i lift my head and see Andy slee...ing next to me. I slip out of bed and and make my way to the bathroom, on the way i feel the cracking of the crusty cum all over me, up and down my chest, all over my cock and balls, even on my throat. I start recounting the thing that happened last night, what I can remember anyway. The weird thing is, I'm not embarrassed at all, not the least. " Oh, yes please, My Lord." We both laughed and made our way upstairs to the bedrolls.That evening, we were sitting naked in font of the Franklin stove in Kelly's studio, sipping at the last of the bottle of wine we had opened for their wedding feast of salad, Swiss cheese and pita bread."You know..." said I. "I kind of like the way we did that ... it seems the 'natural' thing to do ... but, somehow, I miss making it 'official', telling our families and all that. What do you think?" Why don't. He pressed against me and I widened my stance and spread my legs. I told him I wanted to feel him inside me. O pushed forward and the big mushroom head of his cock probed against my hole for just a few seconds until the pressure became too much and the length of his thick cock slid all the way into me.The water beat down on us and O fucked me slow and hard. I could feel his full length stroking my insides. He would tease me by pulling almost completely out before making me beg for him to fill. .. "Years ago I loved to fool around and take Kodak instamatic pictures of my wife posing in various positions. I even coerced her into having photos taken while we were having sex!" "Do you still have them?" Debbie asked. "I can honestly say I haven't seen them for years, so either they either got lost in house moves or the wife binned or burnt them, which is sad really as I was quite a good amateur photographer and the pictures were very arty or pervy, whichever way you think about it!".