Amanda calls it her uniform, a tank top, no knickers and thick woolly socks. My version is a vast baggy jumper (my Dad's) and a similarly bare ass! We...keep our dressing gowns close by, in case someone knocks at the door. (The Amazon guy mainly.)We have become so used to this bottomless lifestyle that we find ourselves touching each other so carelessly, so naturally and so easily. Sometimes, when I am working at my desk, and Amanda brings me coffee, I caress her bare bottom and touch her sex. She loves me to rim her asshole outand then to fuck it with my 9 ½-inch cock. Now that I looked at a close-upof this guy's asshole it wasn't all that different from Alisha's asshole. Mycock was now rock hard and despite my feelings I couldn't justify wasting awicked hard-on like this one so I grabbed onto it and started stroking it.On the next page was the pinnacle, the guy's ass that was in the air now,had the other guy's cock sliding in it. On the next page one guy was on hisback with his. I have this thing about using toys when I am full of sperm. It feels so nice and slick.We have a small ranch house; Bart is in the guest room way on the other side of the house I mean Way on the other side. My computer room is right off of my bedroom, that little shit, he used our video recorder in the Den to record me sitting there playing and then fucking myself with two of my favorite big fat dildo's I was in one of my real nasty feeling moods. I mean I was on my back on the floor fucking. Her left hand crawled down her belly, her fingers finding the clit inside the top of her shaven folds. Her cunt wept slow, sweet tears.After she shuddered through a deep, booze-numbed climax, she sagged back onto her bed. She sighed into the darkness surrounding her. What am I doing, she asked herself. I shouldn't be doing this. I am an adult woman, a free, intelligent businesswoman. I have been married and lived in sane, mature relationships. I'll go out first thing in the morning and.