He continued smoking his cigarette, holding it in one hand and using the other hand to stroke and caress her hair while she was servicing him. After a...few more quick sucks, she put his cock back in his pants and led him by the hand to the house's backyard, where they disappeared into the shed where my friend kept his lawn mower and other tools.I raced downstairs and headed towards the backyard. Once there, I quietly inched my way towards the shed, having helped my friend fix stuff around his. He walked up the hill to Mrs Gambol’s, knocked, waited, knocked again, and then looked down the side. Should he? He called, knocked and called again. Then he made his way down the side entry to the back. Mrs Gambol was in the old garden shed, he could see her moving there. He knocked on the window, saw her jump and went in. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I did knock. I called too. I -” He stopped, and looked at what was in her hand. It was a magazine, he’d seen that already; now he saw. He surely knew how to rang my bells, soon I was mewing and purring in his arms as he cuddled me ever so gently. Daryl whispered into my ear 'I want you to lay on your back and wrap your legs around me while I fuck you silly. I don't want you to tell me to stop till I get ready, you game.' I was so horny that all I could do was say 'UN HUH.' Daryl slowly raised my legs and applied a copious amount of lubricant to my anus and gently rubbed his solid cock head around my anal opening. Daryl was. No one ever really caught on that anything had happened between us. So we let it happen again and again and again. In the years since, we had went home together quite a many times. However, we only really got along in the bedroom. We usually fought the whole way back to his place or mine. But if we made it to the bed in one piece, I couldn’t resist him. ‘Please Iz. I don’t have it in me to fight with you tonight.’ And so I didn’t. There was no point really. I would have gone with him no matter.