I relaxed as it felt good and I imagined that it was one of Connie’s many dildos. Soon, it slipped into me and my anal ring was grasping at this obj...ct sliding into me. I naturally moaned again. Christine found a nice rhythm and I moaned even more. It's then that Connie lifted just enough off of me to have me look down, between Connie’s open thighs, past her pussy, her buttocks and to the view of Christine thrusting into my ass. “Doesn’t she feel wonderful?” asked Connie, not really needing a. .. somehow."The golf match was the best Ken had ever played in. Bill Clifford was a near-scratch player and Dan Burke was also very good. He couldn't help teasing Dan, though. "When do you ever have a chance to play golf, Dan?" he asked. "Cathy tells me you spend all the time away from work in bed with Cindy. How can you maintain your game?"Dan grinned and replied, "That may be so, because that woman is insatiable. The result is I get a lot of exercise. Hell, the power of a golf swing is all in. They both climbed into the vehicle whilst giving directions where to drop them off. One each side of town, no probs had plenty of time any way. I dropped her off first as she was tired from the evening at work. This left me in a position of uneasy silence as I didn't know the name of my male passenger.In silence we drove to his place, whilst he was getting out he asked if it would be possible if I could wait for him inside the house as he would like to grab a shower and get a lift to the club. I had to quickly reach down and rearrange my manhood to a better position as it was growing longer and harder. She breathed in sharply as I started to lick her little clit. She held her breath, but then let it out in little huffs as my tongue explored her moist pussy lips. She shuddered with soft hums as I slid my tongue inside her. I heard her soft sweet voice say, ‘Ohhh, Michael!!’ After her strong orgasm from my attentions to her sweet pussy, we just lay in each other’s arms. She was.