I took a deep breath, and slowly let my puckered little asshole form a wet seal around the top of the butt plug. At first the seal was an inch around,...then 2 inches, then 2 and a half, until - PLOP! - It swallowed the butt plug whole. I decided to grind on it a few times, letting the lube coat the walls of my rectum so it would be ready for the pounding I was about to give it against my new dildo. I tried to stand up, forgetting that the butt plug had a suction cup, which pulled against my. She had no idea in those photos that her husband would fuck any piece of ass that threw themselves at him.My ex was such a whore. I hoped she made my son happy. He could use her for as long as he wanted.Past the living room, she led me down a short hallway and into a small bathroom. Not a full bath, but just a sink and a toilet. It was clean, fresh smelling. She kept up the house, wanting to make her home with Mitch something special.I hated the man more.I turned her to face the mirror. I stood. Oil paintings of youngladies in turn-of-the-century ball gowns, wedding dresses and ballerinaoutfits graced the walls. It seemed almost like the foyer of an elegant,old-world hotel, or a palace, even. He wondered distractedly if thesubjects in the paintings were really young ladies.He looked around hopefully for Denise, but she was nowhere to be seen.Then he remembered that she and her family were still out of town, andwouldn't be back until that evening.He was still taking in the scene when a. I helped her in booking the resort on the outskirts of Bangalore, with a double room, Jacuzzi, since she wanted this to be the best.I picked her from the airport as planned and headed to the resort where we had booked. En route, we stopped to have breakfast at Bidadi, which she enjoyed it. Soon, both of us became comfortable and started talking about all the topics till the time we reached the resort.Soon we reached the resort, both of us wanted to relax for a while and headed to the separate.