The sex, that is. No idea where Bill got the dominance from." Hi, Carl. Coffee?" Mina fetched an extra cup, Carl sat in her chair, Bill sat in his, Mi...a leaned against the counter sink. She cradled her cup in both hands and sniffed, sipped, and smiled. "Wow, Bill ... this is great. For sure, You didn't make it." DD made it ... it's Eight 'o Clock Boka ... you should have seen her. She sent me after it," Carl sipped... "Oh my, she can make a cup of coffee."Bill got a look of lust on his face. I got closer to her, put some lube on my fingers and rub it around her asshole.“What are you doing?” she asked.“This is my revenge, bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass! This is gonna be your first anal experience, one you'll never forget, fucking slut."When I started having sex with Valentina some months ago, she had made it clear that she didn’t want to have anal sex. It seems that she had tried with an ex-boyfriend, but it had hurt so much that she had decided not to do it again. She did let me. The crispy cut yard was a result of an early morning’s work, and after the current hedge, Chris was planning to rush home, grab a quick shower, and head to work at a convenience store on 6th Street. Chris was a pudgy 30 year old, with brown eyes, glasses, sandy hair beginning to recede, and a closely trimmed beard. He wore a Bethany College t-shirt in deference to a school he attended for a semester years ago. His KU shorts were another memento of a failed attempt at higher education, his feet. We found out that Fred was a widower and now that he was going to be kept busy throughout the winter, he asked mum if she'd be interested in some part time work in the pub, she got embarrassed and looked a bit uncomfortable and Fred apologised immediately."I'm sorry Polly, I didn't mean nothing, it's just well you know, I thought you might be good for trade, that's all." Fred, I'd love to honestly, but I'm pregnant."Completely unabashed, he laughed out loud."Well at least you're honest gal, I.