The lead characters had were having marathon candle-lit telephone conversation which turned out to be the prelude to an erotic, but frustrating phone-...ex scene. Frustrating because when Janeane Garofalo asks Ben Chaplin, ‘O., where’s your hand?’ I was wondering the same thing? But in the movie, Janeane and Ben are hidden beneath all kinds of blankets and sheets. Almost without thinking, slipped my own hand down the front of my panties, closed my eyes and let my fingers glide between slippery. My wife had some bi experiences when she was younger and she would talk about those when we were fucking and that would get me going pretty good also. One of my favorite fantasies was to watch her getting fucked, up close, so close in fact that I would be able to smell the sex and maybe nibble on her clit as a big porn star sized cock was sliding in and out of her. My fantasies involved her and me in a 69 with some big stud entering her from behind and pounding her to bliss. These fantasies. I had Anna start the story, and below is the second part by me, Anna has made a few edits here and there but it's mostly the same, hope you enjoy reading.Anna loves playing with my bum, she never fails to give it a squeeze every now and then I really don't mind as long as it's her loving hands. Anna is quite the vixen and loves being on top, so as usual she crawled on top of my naked body to enjoy my hump. Even I enjoy the heat of her body on my behind, I used to think my butt was too big and. D."Meagan turned to enter the bathroom only to discover that the bathroom door was nowhere to be seen. "Mother! Have you noticed something is missing?" Yes, dear. We did that on purpose." What on earth for?" I told you; it's a secret." Well put it back! I know I pose naked with Peter all the time, but he doesn't need to see me pee! That would be embarrassing to the extreme!"Debbie sighed, "Can't we just go sit in the kitchen for a minute?" No! I'd be afraid that this was some strange new plan.