They were beautiful, her loose clothes had hidden a set of definite C-cups. They were like soft pillows and set nicely without tending to roll-off one...side or the other. How completely taboo, I felt weak-kneed just sitting there while thoroughly enjoying both her and my tits. I don't know why, except maybe blind lust, but I slipped my hand into her sweat pants. She shuddered and let out a quiet moan so I kept going. When I was touching her hairy muff she opened her legs for me to find her wet. He pushed the tip of it against my rosebud penetrating me less than an inch before pulling out. He repeated the little penetrations several times opening my anal ring. I heard the cap on the lube pop, again. This was followed by an icy chill as he entered me with a steady slow push with a fresh coat of lubrication. I could feel his cock spreading my anal ring open as it forced its way into my colon. The first complete entry is one of my favorite parts of anal sex. This was also my favorite. She had a great figure. Not that you could tell from the work clothes.On a summer’s day, I was in town with my little girl when we bumped into Anna and her mum. Anna was wearing a tight white T-shirt and short denim skirt that showed off her tiny frame beautifully, her smooth, tanned, slim legs and perky breasts. We stopped and chatted briefly. Anna’s mum was a gorgeous mature woman and you could see where the good genes came from. Anyway, at least I could imagine what Anna looked like under. I looked down and placed my hand there, knowing that there was nothing inside. James, who still slept next to me, turned over in bed. ‘Xiara, are you up?’ I remained silent. James sat up and kissed my cheek. I coldly turned away. James sighed with pure frustration. ‘Will you please just stop being mad at me and let me relax you?’ I shot him a cold glare. Without any more words, James finally turned over and sighed. ‘I guess I deserve your anger.’ *** The next morning, I stayed home from work..