.. there was a clear sexual hierarchy and I was on the bottom.Curious, I clicked on the third search and saw that almost all the websites that came up...on the first page, other than the Wikipedia page, were highlighted... meaning they'd been clicked on before.My head was spinning.My husband was google searching the concept of pegging.I wasn't sure what to think.Was he gay?Did he really want to take it in the ass?I had to counter these quick concerns with the reality that I wasn't a lesbian, but. I went to the front door and knocked. When the dooropened she was standing there in a summer dress with low heels, casualbut looking so great.She stepped toward me and we hugged telling each other hello and howgood each other looked (I know I meant it) and how good it was to seeeach other. I stepped inside briefly while she gathered her things andthen we went off to dinner.We went to a local restaurant that offered good wines (easy to find inthe Sierra foothills) and excellent food. We. His cocaine habit was costing him dearly, both in terms of money and his career. He was on the verge of losing his job, plus several of his recent investments had not panned out, and he was in a fair amount of debt. Now he was about to lose his gravy train, as he could see his marriage to Sally’s mother crumbling. He had managed to spend most of the money she’d gotten in the settlement with her first husband, and she’d finally started to realize it. On top of everything else, it was raining. Strangely, there was a blanket on the floor. I suppose we weren't the first people to come here and certainly wouldn't be the last. "Lay down on the floor, pull your skirt down and take your top off." He demanded. I obeyed. He crawled between my legs and lowered his head. He wrapped his mouth around my clit and sucked hard bringing me to a quick, strong orgasm. He inserted a finger into my pussy, then two. "Fuck, you're tight. Either you've never been fucked before or your boyfriends have all.