I told him that I would be ready for him when he got here. As I hung up the phone, I considered that he hadn't asked me about coming over, or asked me...if I wanted him to fuck me, or even talked as if he would be pleasuring me. He had only said that he needed to fuck, and wanted my ass to be ready for him.I spent the rest of the morning, cleaning myself up, and douching well, getting my ass pussy ready and straightening my place up. Just before 4 PM, Henri got to my place, and once inside,. Sasha was peering back at me. I smiled. "Delicious, delightful, delectable."She giggled lightly and wiggled her bum at me; a successful distraction.Groping her buns, I enjoyed how her ass crack opened and closed, and how her peach of a pussy was squeezed and bulged. With mounting anticipation, I took the waist and slowly drew those panties down over her rounded tush. I tugged them to the top of her thighs, her plump little pussy peeking out at me.It took a moment to register. Something was. You have done nothing to be ashamed. Its something we all do at one time or another."Sally slowly shifted her gaze from my crotch. She sat up, apparently over her initial embarrassment, and folded her legs in a modified lotus position, exposing her tits and beautiful little pussy to me. She slowly raised her crystal blue eyes to meet mine and whispered, “Everyone?”I tried to maintain direct eye contact with her. It took all my concentration not to let her catch me stealing a glance at her tits. She was dressed in a sharp executive business suit,looking like a power player, going to a meeting or going out with hisgirlfriend. A strange set of emotions coursed through me, making mewant to jump her.Samantha brought me flowers and embraced me. As she kissed me, I feltsome slight whiskers on her face. My own beard had changed, before Ihad to shave daily to keep a presentable face, but I still felt smootheven though I had not shaved since earlier in the morning. "Call meSam." my date told.