“Do you want me to?” Her voice was weak, exhausted. “Yes, teacher.” My dick throbbed in anticipation. “Tell me,” I commanded her. “Tell ...e you want me to fuck your ass.” She was a second in answering, still catching her breath. “Fuck…” she paused for breath. “Fuck my ass, teacher.” Without saying anything else, I leaned forward and pressed my fat cockhead against her slick hole. I applied gentle pressure, my thumb just behind the ridge of my cock, my fingers and dick slick and shining with the. You selected a wine you liked and I ordered for you. Our conversation was light but our finger tips moved on each other, accentuating and punctuating our words. Our legs touched, our bodies pressed closer. My hand rested on your knee then moved slowly a bit higher onto your thigh. Almost as tacit approval, I felt you kiss my ear lobe. Moving slowly, my hand went higher, again the kiss on my ear. I could feel my manhood stiffening and the wetness of pre cum was showing on my pants. This time. As the others returned, Babs put a finger to her lips. It was to be their little secret. Babs's folks were now coming back from the pond where they had been out in a row-boat. They looked tanned and younger than their forty-eight years, friendly and healthy as ever. Their names were Roy and Tessie McDougald. Both had been just kids when they had gotten married and had Joe, and they were still a couple of live wires.It was obvious Tessie had once been a very beautiful woman. As it was, her full. I think you like the idea of your best female friend fucking your ass. Let's see if I'm right," Sid whispered loud enough for both of us to hear. Sid placed her hand under Meg and pressed it softly against her belly. She slid it down and under the triangle of material that covered Meg's womanhood. Sid gently spread Meg's labia lips open and inserted two fingers. "My, you are wet Meg. You are so soft and warm," she whispered, "You must like me almost as much as you like Steve," Sid chuckled.