”Cheryl smiled. “I like you Steve. You’re such a nice man. Jay’s lucky to have you.”“Thanks. I like you too,” I replied. “And Phil’s...a good guy.”“He is.” Cheryl said lying back with her arms over her head. “He’s loving, caring, and thoughtful and can be good fun to be with.”“But you both like to fuck other people.”“That’s true. Shagging around doesn’t affect our relationship though. It’s only been in the past few days that Phil’s really opened up about his ‘indiscretions,’ and I’ve been honest. In my flustered state, I managed to bump into a display of breakfast cereal and fell to my knees both to tidy up the mess I had made and to pick up the fallen boxes. Rising to my feet again, I raised my head up high and brushed past the staring man, blissfully unaware that my t-shirt had ridden up above the waistband of my shorts, thus exposing both the tube and power cord attached to the plugging device buzzing away deep inside my bottom.As I joined the end of the queue of people at the. She was tightly grasping the police-chief's long thick cock, her wide-spread buttocks seated above its hard, bloated knob, as the heated tip wormed its way into the tightly puckered hole of her brown-starred anal ring.Morgan wanted to taunt her, but he didn't dare! He'd gone the limit and he knew it. Besides, the lurid sight of her eager white ass so obscenely spread open, and her fevered concentration on worming the nozzle of his massively heated penis into the stretching, babyish lips of her. He had made a point not to talk about his family or mention his wife anywhere in the conversation, which meant that he was subconsciously interested, but he didn’t know it yet. “Is that right?” His turn to return the signal. “Oh, you will know when I am inside your head, that I assure you of.” She was nearing the line between mild flirtation and open invitation now. But she wanted this to be perfect. She sat up straight, re-crossed her legs, giving him another view of her inner thighs, knowing.