“I’m not gay, so…” “That doesn’t mean you don’t like to be assfucked,” she said, pressing her fingertip against my anus and moving it ...n small circles. “It just means you don’t like to be fucked by a man. I’m not a man, so…problem solved.” “But…but…” my eyes widened further as she swept a finger through the copious cum on her chest and pressed it against my ass. She worked her finger in small circles again, and this time, assisted by the lubrication of my cum, she managed to push her. I wrote Tom an e-mail and filled him in on most of the happenings including the news about Richards. I reminded him to ask his wife to join him in Scottsdale.I called George. He answered and said he was glad I called. I talked to him about the coming weekend. He said he was ready to sink his teeth into the land deal. He had lined up an assistant to cover his office in Albuquerque. He told me he found an office near the development for our base of operations and said Jones and Ralph were. "... but I prefer themore 'private' atmosphere here." Well, ..." she offered (was it just a little sarcastically?) "perhaps Ican get you on full time here! How would you like that?"As she was asking she reached over my shoulders and released the button onmy jacket, pulling it open. I looked up at her and it was apparent thatshe was looking at my "breasts," standing out firm and high in my laceunderwire bra, clearly visible through the sheer blouse."Thanks for the offer. Bob is a really swell. I again reminded him, I am not in this business, I am doing this first time and I am doing this for little adventure, excitement, to get some memorable experience which I can remember again while having sex with my family. I didn’t ask anything about her not even her name.Then she turned off her light and keep only night lamp turned on. I was about to start my steps. I thought she was too feeling little shy. I just hugged her and started kissing from her neck. I was kissing very softly, my lips.