" Samantha wiggled her exposed rear end happily offering it up for me to follow through with her sister's request. Next thing I know I’m happily sl...mming my girlfriend's little sister from behind for all I'm worth, driving her face into my girlfriend's pussy, going absolutely savage on her freshly deflowered cunt. Jess moaned out how turned on she was, how she could feel my dick through the tongue being plowed into her twat, and that she was just waiting for me to dump another load so she. “What I want us to do doesn’t require a hardon.”Well, now she had me intrigued. “What do you want to do?” I asked.“I want you to lick my little asshole.”I would have guessed a million other things before that line.“You seem perplexed, Howard. Well I confess I was too the first time it was broached to me. Oh, not by that wimp of a husband. No—no. He won’t even lick my tight little channel, let alone touch my rosebud. It was at a cocktail party in Memphis ... oh, that doesn’t matter. The person. ’ One hand drifts up from her hip to caress her jawline, gently turning her face towards him, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth over her shoulder. ‘We will,’ he promises, ‘but you aren’t naked yet.’ His kiss is more urgent now, his tongue darting past her lips to caress her. As the kiss deepens, Red turns her in his arms, hands knotting in her long brown locks to angle her head back for his exploration. He breaks away from her to kiss across her jaw, down her neck, leaving her panting in his. He got up and started looking at the boxes as if hoping a cup would pop out for his convenience. It was my turn to laugh. I could always stick my head under the faucet. He was reaching for a box to search through, but stopped and looked up. Really? That would save me a lot of trouble of going through these boxes. Sighing, I sat down on the floor and began to pry open a box. You know, this is what they make permanent markers for. My box was filled with DVDs and some assorted books. The titles.