."being in love with you is so incredible..." he whispers. I hold my man in my arms in the warmth of our love.We simply lay there, and I hear his powe...ful heart beating in the silence of a cool evening. For nearly ten minutes we lay there and then he gets up."I do believe we might open that champagne now, right?" I nod my assent and he does the honors as the cap flies into the night air straight up, and then lands with a tiny splash in the tub. He pours, hands me my glass, and raises his."To. Some Friday nights I bring home a 'boyfriend', and while he fucks my cunt, Peter fucks my arsehole. Some of the men freak out. I never invite them again. Others are really turned on, and I invite them back from time to time. I think that Peter is better able to enjoy an evening like you are planning than you realise. Besides, men aren't capable of as many cums as women. I'm guessing that your guests would be glad of a spare cock, and a virile and well trained cock at that. Over the years that. "Sorry baby" and I pulled away. I slid my arm around her waist and we walked toward the church doors."You really want to bite my ass?" and she giggled.I laughed and then our eyes met and there was an intense stare between us. We both tightened our hug around the others waist."Hmmm the thought did cross my mind. Do you taste good?"She glanced around to see if Doug and Peggy could overhear, but they were still standing where they had hugged. We stopped and she turned a little toward me and her. The lady of the house would be out but the back door would be open. It was. I did. And crept up to the bedroom, trembling, shaking with – fear .. anticipation, and… Her drawers were a gold mine — panties, stockings, suspender belts, roll-ons, bras, all neatly pressed and folded. I was too nervous to do much more than look but my cock had to come out and i had to smell them, had to touch the brassiere to my aching prick, rub the bulging head of it inside the sweet scented cup so that when she.