All of this is on a computer, but I always keep a paper copy of everything because the computer files seem to have a habit of either being deleted or ...hanged after I enter them. There by the door is a stack of folders I think will help your search. I would rather you didn't see me face to face in case someone gets their hands on those files. If that happens I can say I never met you and you must have taken them from my office. That old hag out there has a mild case of Alzheimer's so she won't. As I lay there, now pulling his cock back into my mouth, something was being pressed against my hot back hole; it didn’t really hurt, but I could feel the pressure in my asshole as the fake cock was pressed deeper. It’s well lubricated head slid into me with little resistance and was soon deep in my ass. It wasn’t as large as Ted’s cock but it was still a bit of a strain as it went deeper. I soon relaxed and he began working it in and out of my hot hole bringing me very close to orgasm. “Don’t. “Think?” I asked back with a slightly insane giggle. “I don’t think I can think yet.” “Can you walk?” I had to think about that for a moment, then shook my head. “But I can crawl.” “Then, my little kinky pet, crawl to the bathroom. You’re sweaty and you stink.” I blushed at the reminder of my disheveled state, but I nonetheless followed her orders. A shower sounded like just the thing I needed. And a bed. * An hour later and finally clean, I was in Anne’s bed with her spooning me, my eyes. His smell felt wonderful and it made me get wet. I returned to his mouth and he pulled my face down to his and we went a wild sloshing, kissing spree lasting almost an eternity. We came away for a breather and as I looked down, his prick was in full erection and for me it was too tempting. I went down and taking it in my hand, pulled the foreskin away, revealing the reddish pink bullet shaped head. I breathed on it and bent down and flicked my tongue a few times over it. And then it was too.