Barb let out a loud, wheezy moan when his mouth joined her open lips and his strong tongue entered her. She held his head in her hands and mashed her ...unt into his face. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t this. She’d surprised herself even walking up the stairs to this room because it was such a crazy, risky idea, even though she had more or less accepted the fact that she would probably cross the line with Zach at some point. But she figured it would be some awkward, clumsy. “Go on then! I ain’t gonna shit in yer hand!!!!” I put my fingers against her pouting arse hole and started to apply the KY. “Get it right inside babe – you’ve got a thick old cock and I’ll need plenty up me arse for you”I squeezed some more out of the tube and applied it to her arse hole again, this time forcing it in with my fingers. At one point I almost lost my balance and fell forward, nearly fisting her in the process! “Whoooooaaaaaaa!” she yelled. “I ain’t doing fisting!” I apologised. So it wasn't odd that our first "class" in Fooling Around 101 came as a surprise to me. It was on a Friday night. The boys played basketball, but that week's game wasn't until the next night, so we were all home. Jill had gotten a couple of DVDs and popcorn was being cooked.Very casually, she said "Bob, would you run down to the store please? We're about out of ice cream." What kind should I get?" I asked."I'll go with him," said Cindy. "He'd never get it right by himself."So we get in my car. On my request she started to take midday naps at the kitchen; she might be properly covered initially but as she enters deep sleep she twists and turn in the process reveling her. At times she cautiously makes sure that no one else other than me is prying her and would flash her vagina or bust for two or more seconds, she cleverly denies me without offending if the time and situation did not permit such acts. More and more phone calls followed and we are getting to know each other better. She.