Charlayne opened her eyes. Marina was across the bar, her arms around some guy, with one hand draped down the stranger's back she raised the other han... and gave a thumb's up gesture in the direction of Charlayne. A split second later, Marina jumped, startled as though her ass had been pinched. She laughed, play slapped the face of the man she was wrapped around and laughed.The lull ended, and some new song started. It was that one about raining hell down on people and putting a boot in people's. “Ulla, have you had anal sex before?” I asked. “Yes, but with only one person,” she replied. “Ulla, tell me with whom did you have anal sex previously? Harry …?” I said leaving the sentence unfinished. “No, no not my sweet dear Harry. He believes in conventional sex only. He even does not like me sucking him off. In college, I met a guy called Shamim from Afghanistan. I think he said he was a “pathan.” We went out together for a long time. We got intimate. He persuaded me to have anal sex with. She keeps wiggling her fingers and her toes as I continue working those naughty little palm circles. My cock is in full bulge and I’m afraid the head is finding its way up and behind my belt. I can feel the slippery precum dripping down between my ass. I look her in the eye saying “ Leah you’re being a naughty girl again”. She say’s, “ Yes I am, I am a very naughty Girl”. Just then she takes a quick breath and her legs push hard, she goes rigid…….mmmmm she says. Keep doing that baby; I think I. In my head, I would say to myself, "It takes four years of this, before I can slow down." I said to Gail, "Later Honey, when things settle down."Then the terrible day came. Gail sat me down. She kissed me on the forehead and said, "I love you, but this is not working. I want a family, but I would need you, and you aren't there." She handed me divorce papers.Shortly after the divorce was final, she married, John Wilson. I did not hear from her for a year. My office phone rang. My secretary.