Now, this was a move I’ve not experienced but damn, it felt good. He squeezed both cheeks and pulled them apart and ran his thumbs around my puckere... hole. Well, by this time, I was hard as a rock and had to adjust. As I lifted my ass, I could feel a slight pressure on my tight hole. He stopped and walked over to the table and grabbed the wine. He handed me mine so I lifted up and took a sip. That's when I noticed the bulge in his pajamas. Turns out I was wrong. He was a grower and damn if he. I think!” Still brushing myself off as I look around for my bike. The lady offers to help, pointing at a house just across the street. Asking me to go with her, “Please come in, and get yourself cleaned up.” I see my bike, and start walking towards it; I pick it up, and see it isn’t too badly damaged, apart from a puncture and a few scratches. The lady still insisting that I go with her to clean up, she asks, “Is your bike okay?” To which I reply, “Yes… just a puncture… it’s okay, still. Edna sat next to me and began gently kissing me on my face, chest and stomach, as I slowly began to regain my stamina. After a few minutes, which seemed much longer, I was able to put my arms around Edna and pull her down to where I could kiss her on her lips and insert my tongue between her lips, to dance the dance of desire with hers. Edna placed one hand on my flaccid cock and began to rub it ever so softly and tenderly, while I raised my head and began kissing and licking her perfectly. "I just TOLD you, Bob, I like honesty in a man. If you're not going to be honest with me, then you're wasting my time." There was disappointment in her eyes, and that was what made me feel like Zippo's nonexistent chili was about to come back up any second."Oh." What else could I say?I'll tell you what else I could say. Within three more minutes I'd spilled my guts about the subterfuge and begged her for forgiveness. That girl could have had a career as an interrogator. During the confession.