My mother spent half her life turning down the photographers and agents who were constantly begging her to enter this beauty contest or pose for that ...agazine. Beauty, in fact, is taken almost entirely for granted among my friends and acquaintances — it’s one of the first prerequisites for permanent membership (as opposed to the temporary variety, which can be obtained with mere wit, brains, or achievement) in what the world’s journalists are so fond of calling the haut monde. But I had never. I mean having a conversation with my girlfriend's best mate about letting her cheat on me.’Sara laughed.‘You still get to fuck her too. She isn’t denying that to you or anything. And there’s no pressure on you to be any good at it because she’ll get her kicks elsewhere. You just need to be the safe, lovely guy you are. It’s a nice role.’‘I can’t believe I’m even thinking about it.’‘But you are?’‘Well, yeah. I like Gina, a lot.’‘Cool. So how would you feel if she wanted to bring a guy home. I've never had anything bigger than my doctor's finger in there, but I like the way you do it better." Her breathing was noticeably heavier now, and she grunted from time to time as I worked my fingers."You're going to like this much better," I whispered in her ear as I leaned forward to get the liquid soap again. I coated my raging cock with this soapy lubricant, and gently slid my rod into her tiny asshole."Oh my God!" she shouted as she felt my tool entering her back door. "Ouch, oh shit,". I gently leaned my face towards his and inhaled the sweet fragrance of his youthful lust. I pressed my lips to his forehead then covered his mouth with mine. He parted his lips and I gave his tongue a few soft sucks. We kissed a while longer until I felt a very hard bump poking my thigh from under his gown, leaving a small wet spot on my trousers. I undid my pants and let them fall around my ankles, kissing him the whole time, then I began to softly stroke his buttocks and lower back. My own.