Was his understanding of his wife’s interest in her misplaced? Was this a less than cordial invitation?Those fears were quickly put to rest, howeve.... Dinner was easy and relaxed. The conversation swirled around each of us, little bits of personal information divulged about families, schools, and pastimes. When she asked me directly about the what if felt like in the office, I tensed. She chuckled at my response. Mr. Cornell sat at one end of the rectangular table while Mrs. Cornell and I. .." I took a breath. "No. Not in my ass." How much then?" he whispered, and we were both whispering as I pushed myself up to sit next to him.I had to think about that. Did I really want to sell my ass? That would hurt for one thing, and how would I clean myself up after? My pussy had been messy enough after Pete had finished inside me, but back there? I knew guys liked that sort of thing, but I couldn't imagine why. How much was my asshole worth? And then I wondered, what the hell is wrong with. I often try to tell this story with the wisdom or lack of wisdom that comes from age. Like the part about what the kid writes in his Pen Pal Letter, of course you do not do that, but you might think that. A lot is ment for Humor so feel free to laugh you ass off, feel free to cry, I have done both, motly feel free to enjoy, but above all FEEL FREE. I have been back to America from other places more times then i want to think about, I alway kiss the ground. If you do not Love Americs then kiss. As she reached her goal, Ang leaned in and slowly started kissing Joan.Joan's mouth, and entire body for that matter, responded instantly. The two were quickly locked in a lovers' kiss. Joan had also now reached Ang's tits and was slowly rolling her nipples through her fingers, sending waves of pleasure through Ang.Through all this, Alex was not just watching. Ang's leaning over had exposed her ass to Alex and he wasted no time in sliding his hand under it to began playing with her already.