I grip your buttocks with each hand and part them; I can see your anus like a little pink star and you begin to get agitated because of what you think...may happen. I rub the tip of my penis against your tight ring but rather than try and penetrate you I squeeze your buttocks together and slide my cock up and down between them. I like the coolness of your bum against the heat of my erection and the oil lets me slide up and down between them with ease. I rock back and forth bringing myself. He kept alternating. After a while he grabbed me by the hair again, sat on the couch, pulled me down and shoved my mouth on top of his rock hard cock. He held me by the hair and moved my face quickly up and down his cock. It was tough because he had grown so large, all I could register was the feel of his cock hitting my tonsils and then not as my head bobbed up and down his cock. Off course, by this time he had removed both my clothes and his. Prior to our date, we had already discussed that. M.T. managed to get the disk and run. Eluding the men in suits, he made his way to an old friend’s house. They are now together trying to make their way to the police station, so that they can give the disk to the authorities. Chapter 5 The Computer Disk Incident (Part 3 of 3) Favor Returned. Together our backs were against the wall. This time though Matt was in it with me until the very end, even if it meant death for both of us. -H.M.T. Matt’s car rolled on down the street as Heavy Metal. So, sex with her husband was (for him, at least) just a form of masturbation; and her vagina was merely the instrument for doing so; and she'd feel used, rather than loved, or valued, or cherished, or even lusted after! With Willis, none of the above applied. With Willis, Cindy felt very much desired, and cherished, and valued. Willis quite literally lavished every bit of his sexual energies onto her---and even when he came (which, in contrast to her husband, were multiple times), she could.