She ran her fingers around my knob, using it to rub against her clit.“How long before he’s hard again?” she asked.“If you keep that up, not al... that long,” I said.“As long as you’ll still be able to make love with me,” Jenny said. “I don’t mind not being first, but I don’t want to miss out completely! Tell me Hannah, how was it? I guess you enjoyed it.”“Oh, it was wonderful, even better than I had imagined,” she said. “It’s different to having fingers inside me, or even the dildo we use;. Before she was due home, I would always end up masturbating, as the feeling was so intense. Since our divorce though I had had to go out and get my own panties to carry on my secret fetish. I was too embarrassed to walk up to the checkout and buy some, so had started to go in lingerie shops and walk out with some, without paying. But now, I had been caught red handed. The security guard was lurking behind a pillar. He saw me sliding the handful of black lady’s underwear into my bag. I was. That was it, I was fastened in and couldn’t move till I was released.Our basement has no clocks, no windows and I hadn’t brought anything with me to tell the time. I have no idea how long I lay there with my imagination driving me crazy with lust. I could feel my juices dripping onto the seat. Finally I heard the basement door open and slow steps begin to descend. A pair of shoes appeared, then some pressed trousers and finally a bright white doctors jacket. James walked over to me and ran his. Well over 6 inches came out before her poo hole closed around it, cutting it off and letting it splash into the water. Her hole opened again letting another lump pass through its rim. It stayed open to allow a long slow almost noiseless fart take the same passage. The smell was unbelievable. Not obnoxious like the smell that often lingers in public toilets, but more like the dirty, but somehow extremely pleasing smell that you would produce yourself. I had seen many porn movies of similar.