I let some spit drool out of my mouth into my hand and began fingering my ass. She saw what I was doing and reached down to help. She spit on my ass a...d began working two of her fingers in my ass. This allowed me to use my hands to stroke the cock I was sucking and enjoy her fingering my ass. We had never done this and I was loving it. Then, she shocked me when she said she wanted to see me get fucked. She may have been reading my mind but that was the encouragement I needed. I took the cock. Stella, truth or dare.”“Truth.”My wife was grinning. “Who took your virginity?”Stella’s eyes shot open. “Why Pamela Hays, you know dammed well who it was.”“Yes,” My wife said grinning even more. “But does your husband know?”Stella looked at Greg, then she turned back to Pam and said. “I don’t want to play this game anymore.”“Oh no you don’t.” Greg growled. “You started this whole thing and now I think you need to answer your friend’s question.”“Grrr, Okay. It was Steve Hucksley.”“You had sex. ..no panty lines anywhere to be seen! After carrying the sofa, into the garage she offered me a beer. How could I refuse? While she went to the house to get the beer I sat on the couch thinking about buying it for my basement. When she returned she sat down right next to me, and I me leg to leg, arm to arm next to me! We chatted for a while, and she mentioned that her husband Richard would be home in a little bit and said that he would really like me, and we should meet. The chat seemed. This wasn't his castle after all, and these weren't his servants who would be expected to see to his every wish, if he were to fall then they would not be the ones to pick him up - he knew that they would leave him there else would they share in his fate. It was either walk or die, march onward or fall into an eternal rest. He remembered how the common folk would often talk about how dying to the cold often felt pleasant towards the end, cold turning to an odd warmth that would envelop you like.