How about any men — or boys?”“Huh?!” she replied, “I don’t understand what …”“Have you ever had ...ex with any men or boys? Did you ever masturbatewith a man — suck their dicks — did anyone ever fuck you in the ass?”“No! Never! Absolutely not!” she replied with pained righteousness.I could tell that she was telling the truth. She was just a shy,insecure lady who liked to fantasize about women, because she felt. "No!" Desmond says, "I don't want to!" "His gob says no but his cock says yes," Sandra said, "Look at that fucking hard he's got on." "Rather not if you don't mind," I replied "It's got a tide mark," Sandra says, "Filthy bugger!" "So rubber him up you daft cow," I suggested all friendly like. "Oh," she said, "I suppose." "Go on then," I said, "Up the wooden stairs to Bedfordshire!" Desmond looked at me and looked at Al as he stood there with the sledge hammer, "Look lets just talk about this.". She moved over me and I felt her fingers exploring my arsehole. They felt cold and I realised she had lubed them and was using two fingers to push the lube in and around my hole. I looked at the big hard dildo and started to plead, “No, please not that. It’s too big. It’ll hurt.” Cheryl ignored me, smiled and started finger fucking my arse, pushing in and out with ease as the lube did its job. She did this for about a minute until my arse was fully receptive and she entered a third finger which. I sat for another half hour then saw his front door light come on, followed by the door opening and her appearing. As she walked out of the door she turned back to him and kissed him deeply - in the full view of the street, I know it was the middle of the night but anybody could be watching. I was amazed by how her inhibitions seemed to have disappeared. As they said their goodbyes she headed back to our house.I slept the night in the car then awoke early the next morning. I then drove back.