Take that fist. Take it.” He picked up his pace, no longer feeling the need to be gentle. I loved every moment of it. He suddenly stopped, put finge...s from both of his hands inside of me and pulled my asshole open. I could feel cool air inside of me, indicating that I was stretched wide. He took the opportunity to blow inside of my gaping ass, tickling me. He released me and went back to work, jacking my cock and fist fucking my ass. I felt his hand open inside of me as he pushed hard, driving. “You know, part of me is looking forward to moving out of this place next year just to get away from the canteen, but then I realise that it means I might have to cook for myself and the prospect suddenly seems less appealing.”“Cooking ain’t hard,” said Mark. “I mean, what’s hard about bunging a meal in the microwave for two minutes.”“Microwave meals are shit.”“You’re too bloody picky. I reckon that sister of yours spoilt you. She’s a great cook.” He snapped his fingers. “See, that’s what we. "Oh!! Trev...you startled me," she said as she cmae over to me. "I was in the garage to get my purse...left it in the car earleir." I told her I was relieved she was okay, and that she had me worried. "Aww, you are so sweet for being concerned," she said, "I'm sorry."In the confusion, I had failed to notice two things. One, she was dressed only in a sheer lilac nylon robe which tied around her waist, and came down only to mid-thigh. She had black patent leather high heels on, but nothing else.. I know he likes a beer with his buddies. I don't have a problem with that. But every night drunk? I mean, really drunk? That's not Freddie. I've told him to come back when he's dried out. I'm not standing by and watch that man destroy himself in front of my eyes. I'm not going to do that... oh, Mick..." Terry turned and burst into tears. She ran the short distance to him and clung like a lifebuoy. "I don't know where he's gone. Why do I fetch up with drunken hopeless men?" You like a.