"He laughed then raised an eyebrow."Would you?" he asked quietly "If the opportunity arose?" With Ian or Gary?" I mused, "I don't know. Guess it would...depend on how horny I felt at the time." Well," John grinned "as long as you tell me about it afterwards I don't mind."With that he was out the kitchen door leaving me to follow feeling confused, surprised and excited all at the same time.As I sat down again I looked at my husband, he was talking with Lynn, but he must have seen me looking his. .I poked a hole in the wrap right over her pretty rosebud of an asshole I rubbed my drooling cock across it and lubed it up real good then I began to slide it in....Patricia's tight asshole gripped my cock like a vise and the sharp intake of air told me it hurt a bit "Shall I stop?" I whispered "Anything!" she replied "Shut up and fuck my ass please!" I complied with her demands like I always do give a girl what she wants I always say but in this case it was give Billy what he wants that. Felicita and her mother provided me with a lot of information. I was even able to photograph their meager pantry, obtaining in the process the brand names of the products they used. I took pictures all around the house. They thought it was funny that I wanted to take a picture of the bathroom, but they let me. This would all be valuable information later. We had a nice visit, but I didn’t meet any of the neighbors. I got the impression that her family didn’t want anyone to know she was spending. She shoved herself all the way down, her lips at the base and letting me essentially fuck her face. I am never rough when I do that, a slow gentle push in then back out, building until I can't hold back then a blast that fades into a soft glow as I come. She jerked up and grabbed me with her hands while she took several big breaths but she kept pumping as I finished in her hands and sat back. I lay there exhausted, wrung out like a dish cloth. Her hands were stroking me and she said, "Did you.