I want to get it as far inside me as I can."Simone went back down for another gagging swallow as Greg's eyes rolled back in his head. When she came ba...k up, after spitting out more gobs of spit, she stood up so her husband could see what she was wearing. He had not seen her in her purple baby-doll with the matching panties (or any other slinky outfit) for many months. Simone didn't think she would fit into some of her more form-fitting lingerie and in fact, it was a stretch to contain her. “Ah, okay.” Angus wasn’t sure what that meant and who that meant he’d slept with but it certainly ensured his childhood friend had been places and done, things. But Angus didn’t want to look stupid so he didn’t directly ask, Hey, how do blokes fuck? Using a movie was maybe a good angle – Deetz always loved movies. “Right! Let’s watch that Brokeback Mountain movie. I don’t think I’ve ever seen blokes kiss properly before.” “Seriously? You went to boarding school.” “Yeah, but that’s all bullshit. He didn’t ask why; he only wished me a good night. I found that Kim hadn’t moved at all in the time that I had been gone.I picked my paper off the floor and placed it next to my coffee on the endtable. Kim didn’t react at all. I sat down and retrieved my coffee. I took a drink before starting to stare into the surface again.“You don’t seem to be the type to hurt women.”I shuddered. “‘Good boys don’t hurt girls.’”She pulled her head away from her hands. Her eyes went straight to mine. I locked. I don’t reach out to seek your hardness, I don’t care that much.Your fingers delve into my depths and I welcome them, the slick sounds I make inviting you further.“Yes” I simply utter in encouragement as you work on me, in and out you go, faster and harder each time as my moans, desperate in tone, beg you for more without dignity.You alternate your attention between my swelling clit and the warmth of my sopping hole, I fantasise in my head about a different person, a different scenario as my.