It sprung upwards and I couldn’t resist sliding my hungry slut cunt over the magnificent shaft. I kissed alan passionately as his cock filled my pus...y. Alan called Chris over.“Lube her asshole up man. Now’s your chance to fuck an ass, and this is one fucking wonderful slut!”Chris stood behind my asshole as he parted my cheeks, he could see Alan’s cock sliding in and out of my stretched pussy. Chris spat directly on my asshole, an act which I have grown to love, then rubbed his saliva into my. I fear sometimes I will lose that open expression ofan open heart. I lived so long without it that thememories still haunt me, being shamed into actingagainst my nature, locking myself up in a tiny closetall alone because being exposed meant being shamed.That?s what I fear. And that?s what I work everydayto move beyond. Sometimes I just go up and kisssomeone who looks like they need it as a gift tomyself, as a reminder that I once was someone whoneeded a kiss and now am someone who can give. Jayne spread her legs and lowered her cunt to my face. I parted her lips and flicked my tongue across her clit. She started making a purring sound, which vibrated down my cock. I pushed two fingers deep into her pussy; pulling her towards me I started tonguing her arse not a lot at first, but gently. I remember the first time that I licked her arse she pushed me away, now she just lapped it up, before too long I was going to fuck that tight little arse for all it was worth, but not today. My. Do you have anything against waitresses?” I was trying to take a drink and about choked on that question! “Umm no, I love waitresses.” Then realized what I’d said, “What I’m trying to say is that there’s nothing at all wrong with being a waitress.” Trisha said, “I liked your first answer better.” Jacqui nodded that she did too. Then Jacqui asked her, “This boyfriend, do you have a picture of him?” I looked at Jacqui. One thing I did NOT want to do is get into some boyfriend-girlfriend swap.