I was mainly thinking it was too big for my butthole, and wishing it was you, instead ... or that I'd found a smaller one."It took long seconds to com... up with a reply to that."How did it feel?" It hurt ... a lot at first, then just a little but the hurt felt good." Was that the first time?" No, I've used my finger before." Why?" Because I wanted to know how it felt. I liked how my finger felt ... after a while anyway ... and I wondered how queers felt doing it." Maybe that's just the tomboy. ”“I promise not to...”“No promises. I need to know you’re into it,” she said. Lifting her legs and spreading them, she pointed at her pussy, “I need you in here the whole time I tell my tale. If you go soft, I’ll stop.”Kevin obliged, moving to stand between her legs. Hard already, he rubbed the head against her pussy, lubricating it, then slipping in.“Are you sure you want to know about this?”His cock twitched inside her, getting even harder, if such a thing were possible.“Ok, it starts,. I lie down somewhere at this point and he loves me. He kisses and licks every spot on me – biting me where ever he likes, leaving dark telling bruises. He likes to mark me – there is a feral part of him that takes pride in it, and as I whimper and writhe under him, his wilder half slowly wakens. His touches, his caresses become rougher, more desperate. The beast inside him becomes so much more demanding, and yet he denies it – keeping it locked and chained, continuing to torture both of us,. We walked along the path, stopping often to admire the scenery. At one rest area, I took my wife in my arms and began to kiss her. Gently at first, then my tongue parting her lips and probing her tongue. Her hand reached for my crotch and she squeezed my cock. I put my hand under her top so I could touch her already hard nipples. She was very aroused already, a situation created by being outdoors, with the possibility of being seen.We kissed and played for a few minutes, then continued.