Wrapped in his meditation, head slightly bowed, his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to regard her bare feet, or perhaps everything was all emptiness for him ...ow. He's not even giving me an audience, Jane thought wryly. Arthur sat statue-like on his firm round pillow. His legs were simply crossed; she could see his hairy calves, his bare feet. Looking poised and relaxed on his (what do they call it, zafu? his cushion thing), Arthur had cupped his left hand in his right, then placed both in his lap. The. "Sorry to screw and run, but I had an early call time this morning. Hope to see you again." I began to replay the events on the previous night in my mind. I could feel myself getting hard just thinking about her soft skin, her firm breasts and most of all that wonderful pussy. How we tumbled out of the shower and collapsed on the bed. How she took immediate control and used me as nothing more than a tool to satisfy her carnal desire. The look of pure joy on her face as she bounced up and down. She was sitting on the floor in front of him, fiddling with the tags on her new jeans when she noticed what he was doing. Peaches looked up at him and tried not to let her eyes linger too long, but she could feel herself staring anyway. “Yeah, uh, that’s fine.” She quickly noticed she could see the faintest outline of his cock swaying when he moved, and that was the moment she forced her eyes away. Her whole face and neck went red and hot, thankfully he couldn’t see it in the dim cabin lit only. I took this as my cue and slipped my fingertip in his tight hole. I couldn't believe how tight it was. I didn't really know if mine was that tight before I got fingered but I could barely get one in him at first. He immediately got into it and started humping my face and backing himself into my finger. I really loved the squishy warm feeling inside his butt. I think my dick would love it in there. I think I was completely hooked on all forms of anal sex from that point on. He told me he wanted.