The sendoff she gave him once again made him nostalgic for the tenderness he and Kirstin once shared.He was less exhausted at work than he had been, b...t no less distracted. All of the things he had done with Morgan and with Carol kept running through his mind. He remembered them fondly, but also with a combination of guilt and longing. He felt guilty about betraying his wife, and he longed to be able to share the same intimacies with her. There was no problem getting Friday off, and he got home. Pity the same could not have been said about the upholstery on the bar stools. At least the cigarette smoke masked the smell of my arousal. Well, till you got closer to me that was.My prayers for a swift pint, followed by frantic shagging, were cruelly destroyed when Shaun spotted an old friend he had not seen for a few years. I was not amused, I can tell you.They proceeded to natter on about football, old times and all the other usual shit. God, they were like a couple of old women at a sewing. "I'm sorry," she said in between chuckles. "I was really trying to help." Let me take a few deep breaths," I countered. I breathed. Tried not to look into her eyes as she waited patiently. After a few moments I said, "Okay. It's getting ready to. Just don't let me pee on the floor."Giggling, she played the stream around the toilet."Drawing designs in the bubbles is NOT clinical, little girl child," I said. "Now shake it."She didn't shake it. She tore off some toilet paper and dabbed it dry.. My cock just kept pounding into her tender twat. My balls were hitting her ass with a noisy frequency that reminded me of a gun’s discharge.In and out. Harder and harder. I had reached ‘Sasha-Mode’. Sweat was now forming on my forehead. Jill and John had completed their escapades. Jill walked over to Amy and whispered in her ear. I didn’t hear what was said because I was focused on trying to reach my own pinnacle. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my ass-crack. One very wet finger. It circled my anus.