So my usual routine was to run a cup of coffee, look at a little TV while I drank it, do the three esses—shit, shower and shave—and then log on to...the national news on my laptop. Which I did. Some asshole killed himself along with his wife and three kids, some other asshole detonated a suicide bomb in the middle east and wasted himself along with a couple of civilians, a third asshole ... oh, hell, the same crap as usual. The weather was OK, early fall and nice for a change, politicians were. “Donna, that was so good. I’ve never even met a shemale before let alone be fucked by one. My only regret is that I can’t return the favour for you”. Donna looked at Bev and replied “Look in my handbag”. Curious now, Bev opened the bag and pulled out what looked like a huge dildo attached to a belt. “It’s a strapon, Bev. Have you ever used one? I want you to strap that belt around your waist and fuck me up the arse as though you was a man. I want you to fuck me the way I’ve just fucked. I push her backwards and she falls onto my bed. I peel off her pants. There is nothing left between me and her hot, wet pussy but her silky, black lace boy short underwear. I love what they do to her ass.Starting at her left knee I begin to kiss my way up her leg, up to her pussy, across, taking special care only to exhale my hot breath onto her pussy before kissing my way down her right thigh to just above her knee. I then begin to backtrack the same path, only this time tenderly licking. Clinton grabbed Katie's legs and spread them. He told her how pretty her pussy looked. He then began rubbing his cock up and down on it. I moved closer for better look and then Clinton pushed inside my wife. Katie's eyes flew open in delight. Clinton held still for a minute admiring the tightness. Katie told him that it was so deep in her but it felt good. While Clinton waited for her pussy to adjust to his size, he was feeling her boobs. Clinton then began thrusting into her. It looked hot.