He was was perfect and a superman in the cot, which turned me on to watch him hammering my wife performing better than most porn stars. He was big com...ared to Monica's slim frame dressed in her suspenders, stockings and I loved it when she was pinned beneath him as he fucked her brains out.I called him up, he was ecstatic to be given another opportunity to fuck my wife, "tell her she's going to cop heaps"' he warned, "in a nice way of course", he assured. And cop heaps she did and on every get. . she wrote me a letter."She pulled the letter from the skirt of her red dress, but then she paused and had second thoughts and returned it to the pocket, forcing it back in.I hesitated. "Are you worried about your mother?" No, not mother. They killed her ... just two weeks after they killed my father." I'm sorry."She glared at me. "Don't jest, monsieur!" I mean it," I insisted with moral empathy, for I understood that she'd be upset having lost both of her parents. "I said that I'm sorry, and. Yes, you lovely boy you. Start fucking me with those fingers slowly ... slowly. Now keep doing that, and let your tongue run over that little clit. Oh God, yes ... just like that ... lick it all over ... mmmm ... Most girls would be happy and get right off with just this, Bobby.You are a pussy eater already ... But some girls need a little more ... go down and lick where your fingers are, but never stop moving them ... oh shit Bobby, you fucking stud. Now go back to before ... good ... try. He was a randy filthy thinking guy and I felt really lucky to have met him so unexpectedly.He asked me what was my filthiest desire and I told him fucking cross-dressers.So he went into another room and came back dressed in the most sexy female underwear which I had ever seen. This guy had a great wardrobe and he told me that every week he entertained men with all types of sexual pleasures. Believe me, you don't find many like this guy. We both stripped off and lay on his bed groping each.