After a while, she went back to sucking my penis but at some point, she inserted her fingers in my bottom and stroked my prostate. My wife is a surgi...al nurse by profession. She knows the human body better than me. Still, my sphincter was virgin territory as far as Emily and I were concerned. Anal sex had never come up in our seventeen years of marriage. Once Emily had me hard as a rock and about to explode, it was my turn to perform orally. ?Do my bottom, too,? said Emily. Jen slowly and deliberately crossed her legs, making sure that us three lads got a perfect view of everything between them. Those of you who ever saw Kenny Everett on TV will know just what I mean. It was 'all in the best possible taste'...She put on her fake American femme fatale accent."Well, hello there boys! Are those pistols in your pockets, or are you just pleased to see us?"Oh yes, we were most definitely pleased to see them!Sheila got up off the arm of the chair and slowly walked past. A couple of months after my wife had died and the grief wore away, I decided that I would start dressing again. But I digressMy son Cecil was (in theory) at basketball practice and I would have the house to myself for a couple of more hours before he came home. I went into the master bath and started a nice hot bath and poured some body oil and bubble bath mixture that I had mixed myself (it makes the skin so smooth and silky!). I then put in a good blues CD in the CD player and lowered myself. Together you used to experiment and explore your sexuality but you haven't seen her in years. You don't know what to expect but the anticipation of seeing her is making your heart thump every time someone walks through the door. You feel on edge and jumpy. Will there be a chemistry between you or will you have both moved on? Will it be awkward? Will you chat like the good friends you used to be? and will you end up back in her flat? A man walks though the door he's tall, fit, late 20s and he.