I bought some vodka and we went homeAt home I changed to a pair of boxers and asked him if he wanted to change. He said he was comfortable. We crached...onto the couch in the living room.I asked him about his family. And he was telling me.Suddenly he asked me. ” Are you a homo?””“”Sort of””” So you like me?””“Yes! You are beutiful. Like a sweet girl”“What are you going to do to me?””“We are going to do to each other. We are going to have fun. Have you had any sexual fun?””“I watched blue. This was the first time I had ever had anything put up there and it felt uncomfortable. "Relax, you'll soon get used to it," I could hear Angela say. Then she doubled the number of fingers up my arse and slowly started to finger-fuck it. I looked across at Harry and he was simply staring at me, I looked towards the end of the bed and I could see through the mirror as Angela's fingers fucked my arse. I saw as she removed her fingers and started to pour lubrication over the strap-on cock. I saw. I felt as if I was watching a soft porn film, as I saw his hand working my wife's tit inside her bra. Her passionate kiss, clearly showed that she welcomed the touch of his hand on her nipple and this clearly encouraged him and he started to undo more buttons on her blouse until it was fully open and he could enjoy the view of her breasts bulging over the top of her white satin bra. I watched in awe as reached around her back and unhooked the bra before pulling the cups down so that her, soft,. Today she was his fuck slut, his whore, and his property to use as he wanted.Tom pushed forward his seven inches of swollen flesh and eased it into the warm, slippery cunt. There was no hurry. This was no quick morning fuck. This was to be a slow-building, satisfying, climax.There was something special about Carly's cunt. Tom had noticed it the first time they fucked. Like most cunts it was warm and slippery. But hers seemed to have small ridges in the walls that hardened the closer she got to.