" She looked at Sheila. "I don't think words can express how thankful I am that you came into his life."Poor Sheila looked flummoxed. "I don't know wh...t to say." You don't have to say anything," Mom said. "Look, let's all go in the living room," she said. We did, Mom and Dad in their favorite chairs, Sheila and I together on the couch."Does she know?" Mom asked me."Yes," I said, knowing what she was talking about. Sheila looked at me questioningly. I just pointed to my wrist. "Ah," Sheila. I could only moan in response as he picked up his pace, slamming his pole into me. Yet another orgasm was fast approaching and he continued to fuck me as hard as he could with fast, long, deep strokes that threatened to turn me inside out. The rhythmic pounding echoed throughout the room and for a few moments I focused on what I was hearing. The slapping of our bodies. The squishing of our genitals. The endless moaning coming from my mouth. His grunts and groans. The squeaking of the bed. I. We head out Saturday morning, where she tells me we are meeting a friend at a coffee shop and they are going to the market with us. When we enter the coffee shop we order our drinks. When Bernie taps my arm telling me her friends are here. Handing Bernie her drink I see Nora and her husband walking up. I just stood there shocked and damn she looked hot. Short skirt, cowboy boots, sleeveless shirt and her hair loosely braided. I could feel my cock stir in my pants. After the rounds of hello, we. I had anal sex with women and men. Sometimes both at the same time. And I liked it. What's not to like about anal sex? It's fun. It's dirty. And it's raunchy. Must be why so many heterosexual couples are trying it nowadays. Well, enough about the past. I'm currently having such a good time with Richard that it brings up some memories. He suddenly ploughed his knob deeper into my bumhole, then pulled out. I gasped in shock and at the pain. Is it already bleeding, I wonder? Laughing, Richard spat.