”“Oh, how posh,” I teased again.“There is nothing posh about doing what you’re doing,” she replied. “You’re fucking depraved.”“And...you love it,” I said. “Nobody has ever done this to you before and you can’t believe you were going to spend your whole life not knowing how good it felt. It’s true, isn’t it?”“You talk a lot for someone who’s performing… what’s it called?”“Anilingus.”Anilingus. Trust you to know the technical term.”“Do you want to do it to me?” I asked pleasantly.“Do I want to?”. Bill pulled hard as he could and she felt the silk rip and tear from the top of her ass crack to in front of her clit. The feel of the silk ripping away, the feel of his effort, and the feel of the cold air rushing against her wet pussy sent shudders through her and she had no control left. She reached down between her legs and grabbed his cock and held it straight out and impaled herself on it. She began bouncing, trying to do it to the beat as if that would fool anyone. She didn't care. He reflected on the difference a year had made. He had arrived here as a crippled man, barely able to walk short distances with the aid of his crutch. Now he could not even remember where in his house the crutch had been stored away.Libby welcomed him home with a smile."It is good to have you back, Captain. Two letters arrived during your absence. They are in your study." Thank you, Libby. May I trouble you with preparing a small supper whilst I peruse those letters?" I'll see to it right away,. Since my tongue felt the slippery pressure of another seeking it. Since another tongue jostled with mine for dominance in a need for satisfaction . No, it wasn't just a kiss, it was an epic visceral event for me.“So what are you wearing?”This question would always come up. It was predictable to a point where it was funny and I wouldn't get offended anymore. “You have a nice voice.”This was another one that was familiar. “So you wanna meet?”Joining a phone chat line was an interesting.