He grabbed her hips and pulled her on top, trying to get inside of her warm silkiness. ‘No.’ He looked at her with incredulous look. ‘No? What t...e …’ he thought. ‘You want to fuck me George? Hmmm. Well do you?’ Jasmine said in a harsh tone of voice. He was going to have to ask for it today and he knew it. ‘Yes Jasmine. I wanna fuck you so bad.’ ‘You may not.’ His confusion was showing upon his face. ‘Why Jasmine? I need you so badly now.’ He pleaded and she almost felt sorry for him, almost,. It was the book he’d left on her pillow the week before, after their discussion about anal. Nancy Friday, ‘My secret garden’ — a book Jen had bought off of Amazon and they had both read from cover to cover, sometimes together, taking turns to either read out loud, while the other pleasured the reader and often themselves at the same time. She was exploring, OK, he thought. He lifted her gently to her feet and guided her towards the edge of the bed. He pushed her gently but insistently, bending. He agreed to help us out. I told him that we agreed we couldn't back out once we started."I told my husband that Jerome was going to do some things to my tight white ass with this huge, hard cock of his."Jerome is here so you can watch anal and masturbate... And I get to watch your face while you watch a girl getting her ass pounded by a big black cock!"(While I was telling my husband all of this, I was standing behind Jerome, my arms around him holding and stroking his magnificent curved cock. "Now what" I thought by myself and looked around me. I could here the sounds of the pub behind me, but otherwise it was quit outside. I saw a few people on the street a but further away. The temperture was nice and i was looking to spot a good place. There is was. Across the street, a narrow alley. I never noticed it before. I crossed the street and waited. But not for long. The pubdoor opened en you walked out. You just spotted me across the street walking into the ally. There in the middle I.