She'd have to start paying attention to how Lynda acted around him so she could figure out if it was just a deep physical attraction or if her emotion... were getting too involved...She knew she didn't have anything to worry about where Charles was concerned—he was a one-woman man and she knew he loved her beyond reason ... But she was worried about Lynda...If Lynda was in love with Charles, it could create a severe wedge in their friendship and she didn't want anything to come between them.. The first time I touched the hole, her buttock muscles twitched and the hole contracted into a star again. This I expected. I now used the flat of my right thumb to stroke the butt hole, well lubricated thumb stroking softly, coaching the hole into relaxing, but with slightly increasing pressure. By the time the hole had relaxed to such an extend that I could fit the width of my thumb into the first layer of the opening, I decided it was time to move on. I took the hollow anal dildo (the type. . sucking each other's cocks..." It wasn't a fucking gay orgy, Rob," I hit back. "We were all banged up without our wives or any women... we just wanted something that could pass as a half-decent fuck, not a full-on sausage party." I know that," he said, "but guys like having their dicks sucked too. You might not, but a lot of men love it." Yeah, well that was probably going on too, but it wasn't something I was interested in and it wasn't on my radar. I heard the screws calling some guys. Not overly tan skin just a slight glow. She was wearing a white blouse with the top 2 buttons undone and a knee length black skirt accentuating her shapely hips. She was not short nor was she tall I would guess about 5’6’’. She sat down in the seat next to the one my feet were resting on. I said, “Looks like you just about missed the train?”. “yeah”, she replied “I was running late, I am glad I did not miss it the next train was 3 hours later.” I asked, “where are you going?” She replied.