“What can I do for you?”She looked startled, and then burst out into laughter.Laughter is infectious, so I joined in, in an awkward sort of way.It...got more awkward.When she stopped laughing, she didn’t leave.“Can I ask you a question?” she asked.What did I have to lose?“Sure,” I said.She opened her mouth, and then closed it.“Never mind,” she said. “It can wait.”Then she turned and left.My cock had half softened, and I wasn’t in the mood anymore, so I got up.It wasn’t until lunch that I saw her. That's the way I want it, right on up my ass-hole." She reached back, leaning on her face, and used both hands to unfold her ass flesh. Her fanny beckoned to him: come to me and fuck it!He lifted his hot poker and pressed the head of it into place. He jammed the mushroom spearhead down the channel entrance and aimed for bowel territory. He was in her ass-hole, one inch, two, three, five inches, six inches all the way in."Oh, God," she screeched. "Oh, fucking God All Mighty! Oh, FFFUUUUCCCKKKK!". I was lucky the water was still warm enough. It must have beenreally hot when she let it in. The smell reminded me of my late mother'sroses. She loved to have Baccarat roses in her garden, spending hourspampering them until they made people stop in their tracks admiring themand chatting with her. Finally I sank in. Oh what a feeling. I hadn?thave a bubble bath since my childhood when we kids had often to gettogether in the tub and I had to share it more often than not with myyounger sister.Of. I broke down and cried. That got him riled up and I kind of lost it. I told him that if he wanted to stick his fat dick into somebody’s cunt, he could go fuck someone else, and I wouldn’t care a shit. He went ballistic and drove off in his car. This was about nine in the evening. I found out later that he’d gone to some seedy bar and phoned every woman he could think of. Anyway, he ended up fucking Sheila. The next day he told me where he’d been and what he’d done, and challenged me to do.