“Don’t know…..” he replied, honestly. “…..as far as you feel comfortable, dear. Tell you what, is your mobile fully charged?” “I’ll ...ext you with some suggestions. After each dance, make an excuse to have a drink and pick up the text message. Why don’t we use the codes we used to use before we were married?” “I remember” Beth replied. “You used to send me lewd messages. You’ve always been a bit pervy, haven’t you?” Beth joked. “I thought that’s what you loved about me” Allan replied jovially.. I'm seriously so horny, I should not even be writing.I was going to try to write another story for Babble (the site I originally posted this story for). But it's not even worth it. I can't think about a well written piece of fiction. All I can do is think about cocks and pussies. Yes pussies too. I would take whoever wanted to fuck me right now. Hell, I'd take a woman who didn't really want to fuck, and convince her she did. I doubt I'd have to convince a man...at least not for very long. Just. I’m Robert Andrews.”“I am pleased to meet you Anthony. This is one of my ladies, Asha.”Anthony executed a creditable bow to Asha. She bobbed a curtsey to him.“Do you know anything about cricket, Mr Andrews?” Asha asked directly.“Cricket? What? Why?”“Asha was far too blunt, Anthony. We are here to try to find a suitable site for a cricket pitch. We don’t know enough about cricket so we have invited some people who do know more to help.”“We do play cricket in New South Wales. I don’t. I haven’t. She never does doggy style with me only missionary figures but then again I'm only getting it once a month if that. He starts really driving into her deep I can see his balls slapping against her and she's gripping the sheets and I know she's going to have an orgasm again because I can tell by the way she's grabbing the sheets as another orgasm over takes her he slows down so that she can enjoy it and then pulls out and flips her back onto her back and he enters her again with that huge.