Some of them were pretty, but I didn’t like the way they talked or the music they played or the obscene manner they pushed their asses in my face al... the time. On second thought, I admit I kind of liked their asses, it was just that at time of my life I was more interested in pussy as the gold ring to reach for in all my adventures.Getting back to Mrs. Kennedy, she was one of those women in their late twenties that probably took two showers a day and were always trying on clothes to see what. Susan had never been a high school social butterfly; she had her own goals in life and they sometimes were a lot different than those of many of the kids she'd gone to school with. That meant she hadn't had many school friends, as evidenced by the fact that Megan was the only one who had shown up for the open house, at least so far. But then, Megan was a much closer friend than most of her other classmates, maybe all of them. "I had a really great time, saw a lot of stuff I wanted to see," she. As soon as Steve’s tongue touched Susan’s asshole, she began to let out a low guttural groan. She felt his tongue circle her dirty hole and she felt his lubed finger press against her anal ring. With a gentle pop, Steve’s finger slid up into Susan’s asshole. It was an intense feeling for all three of them. The man felt the pressure from Susan’s probed ass against his hard cock, Susan felt both of her holes being probed, and Steve could feel the outline of the man’s cock pressing through the. She said she always slept better with him guarding her nightmares. Strangely, he had usually slept longer and better if she was with him as well. He had missed her not being in his bed.The problem was that after their recent experiences, and her changes in body shape were worked against him. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself to not find his cock between her legs and his hand on her tit when he woke if she crawled into bed with him again.Having tasted her, he didn’t think he would resist.