Since I was used to comparing dick sizes, I didn't think any thing was out of th ordinary. He took to the apartment house basement. Where he told me t... show my dick. His dick was larger than mine and he told me we could do something different. I didn't understand. He told me to bend over. There was a mattress in the basement. He told me to get on all fours. I did what I was told to do. He was older than me. Suddenly, I felt his dick entering my asshole. I didn't know what to do. Then he grasped. My ex then wasted no time in getting what I'd deprived him of all thoseyears ago.I wish I could say it was worth it, but to be honest, Mike was better onhis worst night than Wes. He finished before I'd even got started,rolled over, lit a cigarette even though he knew that I can't standsmoking, and shouted out for Michelle to come back with the brandybottle.When he finally returned with it, Michelle placed the bottle on thebedside table that should have been his but was now Wes's and. She had much to tell him. Nervousness fluttered in the depths of her stomach, or was that a movement of their child? Her thoughts strayed to how little she knew of childbirth. Would Jolen welcome her news? She knew he had wanted children very much, he would make such a wonderful father…so unlike the parent she had known. But following so closely on the heels of their separation…she bit her lip slightly and peered down thoughtfully at her stomach. Already her thin abdomen was filling in, not. . reach?'The bum came closer. A single cheek touched Jemma's nose.'Close,' Jemma reported.Hope scooted back a bit and the distinct smell of sweat and pussy grew stronger. Jemma could see the wet flaps now, the dark pubes glistening with droplets of Hope's lady juices.'Stop there!' she said. 'Now lower. Lower. Mmph.'Jemma deeply inhaled Hope's smell. Her nose and tongue were buried in the dripping sex, and greedily she began to lap up the sour secretions.Hope pulled apart the other woman's limp.