Then I heard him say, “Damn, I love how your cock looks fucking my s****r’s pussy. Hey, let me do something that will make this even better for yo....” And as he said that, and before I could answer him, I felt his hands rubbing up and down between my cheek butts then over my asshole and then down over my balls to my cock. I never had a guy touch me before and I was really nervous and didn’t know what to do. I guess he could sense my reluctance and told me “…. it’ll be just fine, no one will. But right now, it certainly doesn't feel like an adventure. Right now you are standing in the rain, bike in hand, heavy bags full of post attached to the back wheel. It is your first real day on the job, after a week of training with the most horribly smelly, tear-jerkily boring old bag of farts you had ever met.You were forced by your mother to apply for the job at this old postal company. Your local postman was about to retire, and was desperately looking for a replacement. Your mother just. She was and still is I guess, very attractive with sexy sultry looks, very sexual, she loves sex and as I learnt. can be quite the slut. After round 3 years of marriage, I began to think of Monica with other men, the thoughts were getting stronger and turning me on until I began to question her of her past sexual encounters as bedtime talk. She was not short of boyfriends although her parents were strict with her, she didn't slut herself off much but did have her fair sexual affairs especially. ’ Trish’s voice was barely clear enough to understand now, her own orgasm approaching. With his right hand on the small of her back, he leaned in and snatched her brown locks with his left. Nate was in another world now. They had only done it four times before anyway, but all four had been standard missionary. Tonight was new, tonight Trish had wanted to try something different, and now she was asking for things he had never thought she wanted. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his head.