He kneaded them, pulling my butt-cheeks apart, making me tremble and groan. His fingers slid in between my butt-cheeks, caressing my sphincter. I gasp...d at that. His finger felt so wicked touching my sphincter. I had patients who confessed to doing anal. Some hated it, some loved it. My ex-husband always wanted it—I bet that slut who stole him away gave up her ass. But feeling James's finger play with my asshole, touching it, made my pussy clench on his dick. It was so...exciting.And then he. ”There was a lot of giggling and laughter when Don and I walked out to join them with the drinks.“I’ve got another job,” Wendy laughed, “I’m to accompany an art dealer from Amsterdam to an exhibition tomorrow night.”“An all nighter?” I asked.“I’m just answering him now with my fees.” she said, so we waited while she typed.His answer came back within ten minutes; He thought her fees were very reasonable and if she was agreeable he would like to take her to a club after the exhibition, so she was. Because I was having some residual leg problems from the long drive, my wife suggested I stay in and rest. I didn't argue. The rest of the group headed out to pile in Hank's vehicle for the trip together. I really thought it was as much another excuse to visit and gab as anything else but I didn't mind, since I didn't have to go.I was a little surprised when, after the group pulled out, Lee came wandering back into the house. She said that she had decided to stay, just in case her husband,. Anyone who tells you that snogging isn't exciting has clearly never done it properly.I had to stop periodically just to calm down, the first time we separated Kirsty went to the kitchen and came back with a couple of glasses of Coke. As she put them down on the coffee table I had a view down her blouse and identified my next targets.As she slid back into my arms I deliberately held her back a little and started unfastening the buttons on her blouse. She sat there wide eyed as I slowly worked my.