At the same night she called me and she was alike a woman that the fire of desire sprung up of her body , she never told me that directly but the tone...of her voice ,, i did not waste time , so i asked her (may you tell me frankly if you want me to come over ?) , and as a lady she said ( what are you talking about ?)Next day we met and i told her directly that I could n’t wait more and I was controlled by the idea of having her between my arms besides I love her seriously while she was. She was loving it and pushed backwards to his finger. He saw some lotion on the night stand and disrobed, squirted some on her asshole and fingered her asshole some more. She was loving it and I was also. He smiled at me and I motioned him to go ahead. He got behind her, repositioned her so I could see better and touched the head of his cock to her asshole and she sort of squealed at the feeling. He then slowly entered her asshole with his erect cock and she was pushing back to him so as to. After he relieved his bladder, he returned to the bedroom and looked at that man-made instrument that cursed his life, the alarm clock. It was buzzing obnoxiously and he shut it off. He debated returning to the bed for a couple of more hours before he slid off his bikini briefs and opened the cedar chest he kept high in the closet, buried beneath hunting gear using the key he kept on a chain around his neck. He felt like a pink day and picked a thin, lacey g-string and slid the thong up his. I was hooked, and I was sure that Jen was too.Jen came into the kitchen wearing one of my t-shirts. Damn she looked sexy. Her breasts still looked like a 20 year olds. Jim was not far behind, wearing his boxers and no shirt. We all talked about the last evening as we ate. Jim told us how much he had enjoyed being with Jen. “When you guys first asked me if I wanted to have sex with her, I thought you were just messing with me. I couldn’t believe anyone would let another man screw his.