As he adds another finger in my pussy he takes one out my anus. Lastly he gets his whole hand 4 fingers and his thumb in and takes his last finger out...of my bum. His hand is very big, he is a big man over 6'3 in height and his hands and feet dwarf mine in size. I try to keep myself from moaning at this point, but I do find myself wondering about the size of his cock, would it be better or worse to be fucked by his cock than his hand. My husband only had a small cock and after he died I only saw. They danced cheek to cheek, like it had been decades ago when the Saturday night dances were the highlight of the week, so it wasn't surprising for their lips to meet, even if briefly, but it was an indication of how the dice was falling."How about we drift off into the shadows and have a decent kiss?" he whispered. She didn't reply but didn't hesitate in allowing herself to bemanoeuvred into the shadows of various shrubs. He kissed as he once had done, decades before, an occupation that was. I'm getting closer to 50 (not there yet) I have developed more of an interest in it, maybe it's the denial of sex to me that is part of that, but whatever the cause, I am still horny.Well I started looking up web sites when I had the house to myself and settled on erotic story's as my favorite. I went through most of the usual stuff and then started on the more unusual. I hit a site that had bestiality stories in it. While having no interest in doing that myself I still found myself more turned. He has a lot more to lose than I do if he ever lets the story get out. We never, well… almost never fool around in the office.” “Do you mean to tell me that you are already involved with this guy?” Tiffany demanded. “We’ve been hard at it for better than eight months now. And I do mean hard!” Tiffany sat back with her mouth open in amazement. “What did you do, just walk into his office and tell him that he was your perfect candidate for a fuckmate?” “I was a little more discrete than that, but.