Anji was slumped in one corner of the settee looking dishevelled with the top buttons of her dress unfastened, showing an expanse of white breast. Her...dress was riding up her parted thighs. She rarely wore knickers on these occasions – she claimed they got in the way. I could just see her fanny lips with a tuft of dark hair under the folds of the skirt. I was in the armchair again with the same young girl slouched across my knee, her hand on my erection. Dennis was draped, eyes closed, along. I had always thought some guys were sexy and had nice asses but they were only on movies or porn. The only guy I have ever known who I thought was even close to sexy was a friend of myself and Christy's named Micheal. There were a few times I had thought about fucking him. He had a nice ass for a guy, but that never went anywhere. I don't think he was into me. Now here I am with a tight ass in front of me just begging to be fucked.I spit on my hand and rubbed it into my hard cock then guided it. I might even begin to crave being the dominant one in our sex lives, and gain the same sort of thrill as he was enjoying, but from the opposite side of this fetish of his. Little did I realise how much of an understatement this thought would later prove to be.Anyway, back to the story... nuzzling up to his neck, I whispered in his ear, "you have such a small dick you know, baby. Look at it, with your tiny little balls. It's small enough when it's hard. It's ridiculous when it's soft. I admire. "Oh it's the plumber... I'll have to go in a minute and show him where the stop-cock is!" to which I hear laughter down the other end of the line."Yes, the kitchen's straight through there," Di says for the benefit of my wife, "I'll be through in a mo..."I let my dog off the lead and he runs straight through the kitchen to play with Di's dog in the garden outside. Still on the phone, Di walks up to me and grabs my cock through my trousers."He's quite dishy actually!" she says to my other half,.