I liked her like this.We switched the TV on, some guy was laying on the actress pretending to fuck her, could see her tits and her legs were open but ...ouldn't see much, it was only about 60 secs. but interesting to see her reactions, it didn't phase her at all which surprised me, as I said she had always seemed a bit aloof, as though sex was something to be endured rather than enjoyed.I said that some of the sex scenes on TV are laughable as they pull sheets over themselves before having sex,. “Yes ... yes, in the old days, no way would I have taken it up the butt, because nice girls don’t do that, but now ... do me that way! Fuck my ass! Sodomize me! I want to get butt-fucked!” Chrissy surprised even herself by sounding like a porn starlet or something.“Well, if the lady wishes it, I’m happy to oblige my guest,” I laughed as I lubed her up good (and myself) and eased my cock into her asshole. I could see in the mirror that Chrissy bit her bottom lip when I began inching my way into. “I can’t really get naked for you, but I can make it a little easier for you to get at me. That is, if that’s what you’d like to do.” Finally a smile broke out on her beautiful face when I reached out my good arm for her. She fell to the bed and kissed me again, our tongues waging war with each other while I happily groped at her firm breast, and she at my very hard prick.“Now,” she said as our lips parted, “just where was I when I was so rudely interrupted by sick people?” Oh yes, I remember!”. No one told me peeing at a urinalcould be fun and friendly; I had only ever worried about seeming gay.I looked at the picture of the bride again. I wondered what the rest ofthe wedding was like. What was her new husband like? She was young, maybe22 or 24. Her dress was modern, backless and sleeveless, tight fittingbut tasteful. It showed off her curves. And hopefully hid her cock. Shestood there, back to us, at the urinal, her two hands at her crotch: onepresumably holding her white dress out.