It was hot to drink but she found herself always taking deep breaths when hot coffee was around, the aroma always caught her senses. “I know, but y...u just want the lay, I get it.” “It’s not that!” she guffawed. “It’s not?” he asked, eyebrows arched like he knew she had worked everything out. “No, no it’s not.” She attempted a sip then pulled the hot mug from her lips, “We agreed that it was just…fucking and that was it.” “I told you, I don’t love you, it was a stupid word that slipped. I lavished much attention on her marvelously full, impossibly firm breasts. We both climaxed again then lay cuddled up for awhile before she slipped into her burka, kissed me passionately and left. I slept better that night than I had in years.I woke up on the morning of the fifth day after my crash feeling too good for words. My right leg felt as good as new. My left knee twinged and my ankle was still too sore to flex, but I could tell I was healing. My morning went as well as how I felt.. I am no sexologist, but seeing your question, i felt like replying fm my experience. If m wrong, pls pardon me, and do correct me.I believe every man is bi curious and they want to fuck ass or be fucked. Problem is on getting fucked. They often dun try for fear, very much understandable. Fear of AIDS, fear that it will hurt and fear that if other ppl gets to know. 1st one is very right, limit sex with selected partner or monogamy or rubber. 2nd, well it wont hurt if done correctly. But take. I thought I'd heard some voices in the distance but they'd disappeared. Looking now I could see Anne had taken the guys cock in her mouth, I knew what that feeling was like and hoped he didn't suffer from premature ejaculation as that would really annoy her. By now Anne had decided he was as hard as he was going to get and she was more than ready for him be cause they moved into a position where he could penetrate her and luckily for me I was the right side of the car for the perfect view of.