Ana looked like a bitch in hell, every time John fucked her with no mercy. Of course he took my wife in her tight asshole several times and she enjoye... this crying in pleasure…One week later back to normal life, my Boss asked me if he could take my wife to a convention which was to run over a few days. He had overseas clients staying at a near town hotel and as he wanted to impress them, he thought Anita would be ideal for the job... I was not sure at first, thinking my sweet wife could be. He overslept next morning and as he opened his curtains Sam had already gone to do the school run, he sorted himself out with coffee and toast and sat on the patio in the early morning sun feeling the warm breeze blowing through his silk robe.His phone rang which caught him off guard as he didn’t recognise the number, it was Gavin the coach who informed the old man that he had a free morning and could drop round and do an assessment for him, he sounded quite nice and the old man was happy to. We talked for a few minutes about how I felt and how she felt. She moved her hand around in my intestine, and I felt it. It was almost right below my left ribcage. It was amazing. The sensitivity was also pretty high, and apparently the intestine does not like to stretch as much as the colon, because I experienced pain like you would when you are really bloated or constipated. I told her to stop moving her hand, then got another idea and told her to flex her bicep trying not to bend her arm.. Therefore with this in mind I have decided to post a naughty blog as often as possible. I would be very grateful if you could give me some feedback and also send me some ideas of any filthy scenarios you’d like to see me write about and I will endeavour to satisfy your inner most desires (how I rock and roll really).Onwards and upwards (snigger), I have decided to base my first cumback blog on a situation that I found myself in around 10 years ago. This occurred when a friend and I popped to.