After my youngest daughter greeted me, I showed the penny to Lisa my wife of seventeen plus years. She commented that it was probably just a cheap plo... to call someplace about selling a time-share condo or something. Agreeing with her, I put the penny in my old 105mm-mortar shell casing that was nearly overflowing. I'd been filling that shell casing ever since my grandfather gave it to me on my 18th birthday. Every time I put another penny inside I tell myself that I am going to have to empty. I was hesitant at first but figured I might as well try it at least once and began to lick her clean and dry. After a few minutes of licking each other she said she wanted to eat my asshole and had me bend over the coffee table. I have had people rim me before but this chick was an expert at it. She started out by using just the tip of her tongue and swirling around and against my opening for a couple of minute driving me wilder with each passing second and than without warning she shoved her. This gave Gabriel her first orgasm for the night. Gabriel had another orgasm before Marion moved on. Down across Gabriel’s tight strong stomach Marion kissed and caressed. Finally, Marion reached Gabriel’s bush. It was the same chestnut color as her hair and while sparse was curly and soft. Marion didn’t spend too much time here before she started down Gabriel’s legs, much to Gabriel’s disappointment. After working on both of Gabriel’s long, strong legs; Marion returned to Gabriel’s. I didn’t like the ones with me in them; it was weird reading an ‘I’ and ‘we’ story (ED: We call that First Person Narrative, Roops. BL) where I was getting all of the attention. It’s like having sex with yourself, but not in a good way. To make it up to me, Belinda promised to write me a story where I was the ‘I’ and she was the ‘she’ (ED: A Ghost Written First Person Narrative. BL). “And it will be super hot!” she assures me. We’ll see. This is that story. I haven’t read it yet, but Belinda.