Then I felt her poking my hole followed by some cold wetness on my rosebud. She was pressing into my hole and lubing me. My cock was hard again and d...ipping. I closed my eyes and relaxed as her finger moved in and out of my asshole. Yes, it felt really good. It felt wonderful to have my hole opened up and played with.“Wrong. Wrong.” She moved away from my ass and back to her bag. “Sluts know to get ready for having their holes filled with cock. We clean up everything. You need to learn. "I feel more and more at home there every day," Michael said, standing and walking over to the window, his hand reaching out, fingertips playing over the lead frame which held the glass."It has been an interesting transition, I don't know if Valerie has told you but my wife was killed a few months ago. Her loss left me ... damaged. I am very grateful to Valerie for offering me the teaching position, coming here, finding new ... friends has done a lot to help me let go of the pain," Michael said. I want your cock so bad. let me have it, I'll do anything for it"My panties were pulled to one side, her huge strap on between my cheeks. I was panting, waiting. Desperate. "Put it in, bitch".I reached behind took hold and slid it in. She grabbed a fistful of hair and fucked me violently. I grunted, moaned and squealed.I shouted out what she told me to shout. How I loved her.How I loved her cock.How she owned my arse.How I would suck anything she told me to suck.How I would suck anyone she told. My man followed, now curious as to why I needed a whole bottle of wine, fantasies filling his head as I let him ponder it. Stepping into a small room with a twin bed, I sighed, it would have to do, at least it was unoccupied. Smiling with that good talk, I smashed the wine top on the oak dresser, having forgot a corkscrew. Laying out on the bed, I wiggled out of my lace panties, happy when my wet pussy felt a breath of cooling breeze. Now only in garter and heels I waited for him to poke his.