It must be so disarming for a woman to be around someone that was so clearly confident and comfortable. I think it also helped a lot that Peter was gr...at looking, well groomed, in great shape and well to do. As I mentioned before, Peter was retired and financially more than comfortable. He spent a lot of daytime hours working out at the club. I'd joined him during my lunch breaks on a number of occasions and that's how I found out another reason for Peter's easy going confidence: Peter is well. I bought some really nice, sexy lingerie. (I would go to the local department store with a list, and pretend that I was married and was shopping for the wife.) I had very long hair at the time and so had no need for a wig. There was a gentleman named John Collins who lived in the house behind mine. I met him one day when I was out in the yard tanning. I had on blue jeans that were very tight and were cut very short so you could see the bottom of my buttocks. He came out and saw me and said. "Hold on a second. Obviously there are a lot questions that are going to need to be answered on both sides, but I don't think this is the place. Samantha? Do you have a bathing suit?" Of course, it's in my..." That's okay," I said. "Just picture yourself wearing it." But..." It's alright." Allison said, "He's going to take us some place we can talk and we don't want you to sunburn. Besides, it'll help him concentrate. Otherwise he'll spend all of his time wondering why your tits aren't. I watched as the head started going in he took it slow but her squealing got louder even around the dick in her mouth, Marvin was steadily going up her ass he even told her it wouldn't hurt as bad once his mushroom head was past her sphincter, when it popped past it I watched as her rose bud contracted a little around his shaft but her squeals were still loud. He waited a minute then started pushing more dick up her ass telling her got 3 inches in your ass now, just passed 6 inches up you ass 4.