Ignore it.He might do c***dish and silly things, like try to hide the dildo from you. Or not come home until late at night, claiming he had to work, a...d then say he's not feeling well and beg you “Can't we do this tomorrow instead?” or something similar.He might whine and whimper and complain that being fucked in the ass like that makes him feel like a fag. He might engage in all sorts of other efforts to divert your attention away from his asshole and from what needs to be done. Ignore it, and. It's sort of a confession. I'd like to talk to someone about it and you're one of the nicest people I know. Do you mind?" Of course not," Brenda replied."You may change your mind once you hear it." Come on, Helen, I thought we're friends." I hope we are. Anyway, it's about Vernon. I guess I talk about him a lot, don't I?" Not any more than I talk about Ken." Maybe it's different with me. You see... well, it's like this... Vernon and I have been making it with each other."Silence fell over the. When I walked in she let out a strange small noise andfell into my arms. She snuggled closely as I held hertight for several minutes. Finally she raised her headand said, “Jim, should we do this? Is it really goingto happen? Is Carl really going to fuck me?”“Well sweetheart, Carl doesn’t know it yet but yes heis.”“Are you SURE you want this?”“Yes I do Jane, don’t you?”“Oh hell yes! I’m so wet I am like a faucet down. She settled back on the table with a long groan of satisfaction. One hand either side of her, he leant forward heavily on the table. Neither spoke, the room only filled with the sound of their heavy breaths as their chests heaved with the aftermath of the passion.“Fucking hell,” he gasped. She laughed.A door slammed at the other end of the small building. “Nic, is that you working late again?”The boss! “Fucking hell!” he gasped. She didn’t laugh. “Er, yes. I’ll be through in a sec,” she called,.