When she regained her composure she spied Michael sprawled next to the bed and a look of disappointment swept across her pretty-but-sweaty face. "Does...this mean he won't be skewering my breasts tonight?" I'm afraid not, Christi mouse." Ray comforted, "but if you come down to the County Home, I'm sure the boys masturbation team can use you for target practice." I'm game!" The merry masochist squeaked. "I'm sure they'll love using these," she tore open her blouse to bare her ample breasts, "to. ” she said, “We could have sex”. He laughed , “You’re joking right, I mean Molly’s your friend?” “Was” I said, correcting him. “Besides, she said, she won’t get hurt if she doesn’t know”. “Good point” he said, waiting for her to do something. “I’ll just go and have a shower” she said, leaving him sitting at the table waiting. He sat restlessly, waiting for her to hurry up and get out of the shower. Suddenly she stood in front of him, wearing nothing but a skimpy black top with matching bra. Pinching and twisting my nipples until I squealed in pain. I was amazed at how long he was lasting. Especially considering how long it had been since he’d been with a real woman. I felt him pull out and thought that maybe he was about to cum, but instantly knew I was mistaken. I felt the large head, lubed in my own juices suddenly pressed against my asshole. Had it been anyone else I would have cried for them not to, but for some reason I was ready to lose my anal virginity to my grandfather.I. "I looked up and saw Harry, an old boyfriend of mine. Actually he was an old lover. Harry was the second man I'd ever had sex with. "Mind if I join you?" and I told him to go ahead. Six drinks later I was on my back on a bed in the Bide-A-Wee Motel as Harry tried to make up for the eight years he hadn't seen my pussy. It was my first time being unfaithful to my husband, which kind of shows just how pissed at him I really was.Harry fucked me four times that afternoon and we were getting dressed.