It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t Julie’s — she was asleep next to me with the cheeks of her bum pushed against my thigh.“Who’s that?” I whisper...d.“It’s me, Anna” came the whisper back.“What are you doing? What do you want?”“I’m feeling your lovely hard cock, silly. And what I want is you. You’re the only one who’s not fucked me yet and I’m still horny.”“I can’t refuse such a lovely invitation but Julie’s asleep and pretty fucked in every sense of the word so we’d better not wake her.”“Get down here on. I was pleased to see, when I left the station at the other end, that the black girls were still very much in evidence but sadly I had no time to ogle them. I had to rush to the client's office, which fortunately was only a few minutes' walk away.When I left, however, it was another story. I had checked the timetables and knew I had twenty minutes before the next train back to central London. My intention was to catch that train and go straight home where I knew Kylie would be happy to welcome. .Cory told me to relax and just keep playing the game so I did...Then I felt his cock pressing against my bottom it felt really big and it felt hot he told me to just relax that this would maybe hurt just a little and I felt his cock slide between the cheeks of my ass it felt slippery like he lubed it up or something and then it was pushing against my asshole and I moaned as it began to enter me "Just keep playing the game Davey" Cory instructed and I was and it was fun too when my alien came. "Bob? Is that you, Bob?" she asked. "Get me the Hell out of here!" She was yelling, but the cabinet and its contents tended to muffle the sound. I recognized the voice (and the tone, and the cuss-words)even if I didn't recognize the bare ass. I realized that I was looking at the backside of Wanda J., a fortyish friend-of-a-friend kind of acquaintance. I hadn't ever really warmed up to Wanda, who struck me as pretty much a nasty bitch, but I saw her around often enough, socially. She was.