"Who wants to fuck my ass?" Squeezing a healthy bead of lube onto my finger, I put one foot on the coffee table as I slid a finger into my tight assho...e.Working my finger in and out of my ass for a minute or two, I turned my attention to Trevor. Winking at him, I asked, "Was that hot enough for you babe?"Stroking his hard cock, he simply nods.Squeezing a good amount of lube across the top of Trevor's dick, I massage the lube all over his cock. Rubbing the excess into my ass, I apply a generous. "It's probably nothing, like the catalogs or panty raids in college,"Henry said now becoming tired of the conversation."That's what I thought too, at first" she continued. "You know how nicea young boy he is and how he always comes over to mow and shovel snow.Well I always leave a ten dollar bill on the kitchen counter on Saturdaymorning when he mows. I have my hair appointment in the morning so Ileave the back door open. That way he can get a drink if he wants andpick up his money if he gets. "Keep him occupied," I said. "I'm calling the cops." That's your problem," yelled Amy at Max. "You treat every woman like a cheap slut. Then you can't even get it up." Fuck you, bitch." He grabbed towards Mary, but drunkenness made him miss.Mary looked scared. Amy made a stop sign with her hand, a dialing motion with her finger, a fist by her ear and mouthed cops. Mary nodded."What's that shit?" asked Max."Nothing," said Amy."Tell me, goddamnit," said Max, grabbing Mary around the neck. Mary. They weren't 'swingers'. And none of them was a drunk-although we found that Melodie got a little tipsy after about two drinks and could be very funny in that state.Of course, they wanted to know all about us, so we told them what became our 'official' story. My first wife had died in an accident and Sarah, a long-time neighbor, helped me with 'arrangements' and so on. One thing led to another-she had a crush on me since she was a little girl, it seems-and we found I loved her, too."When I.