I told him I’d be thrilled if she would contact me herself and not have him handle all her communication, thinking I’d never hear from them again ...hen a day later I got an email.“Hello,” it read. “My husband already wrote you about me, so I’m just writing back to say I really like your stories and am curious about female on female. Please write back if you’re interested.” Attached was a picture of a pair of pink, wet pussy lips spread wide, while on the thighs next to them someone wrote “for. During my journey home, I replayed the evening. My date, and that still sounded odd to me, had arrived a few minutes late, dressed very demurely in a simple black skirt and white blouse. We talked initially about the previous week and all its oddities, often repeating, almost exactly, parts of our Saturday's conversation. As we relaxed, something helped by our attentive hosts, we discussed common acquaintances, which were exclusively work colleagues, before eventually talking about each other,. Her lipstick was a bright red and the white cigarette against her glistening red lips made me throb harder. I stroked my cock quicker. I moved my hands over the cock head and then down to the ridge right under the cockhead. I pulled my foreskin back to expose my cockhead to the cool air. It felt good. I pulled the skin farther back so I could expose the glistening red cockhead more. I could see the fully exposed ridge. Then I stroked my cock upwards, pulling the loose skin around my cockhead. “Have you had anal sex before?”“Yes, several times, but never one with a cock this thick,” I said, making my body relax although I knew there was going to be some pain as my anus stretched to accommodate his length and width.Spreading my ass cheeks, Dak inserted two fingers as deep as he could go, then he inserted a third finger, widening the entrance for his cock. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, leaving a gaping hole big enough for his cock to slide in. When he reached the barrier, he firmly.