There was no awkwardness, no recriminations and no hold-ups. It was just two guys, comfortable in each other’s company doing what comes naturall....’‘Well I can understand your reasoning, but I didn’t expect to hear I’d married a bi guy. And by the sounds (and looks) of it – you both enjoyed yourselves!’Marge’s eyes had fallen on my groin where my cock had started to swell at the recollection of my sex sessions with Petey. She gently closed her hand. . fuck!" That's it, baby," she cooed. "Cum for me..."It seemed like Rick was shooting off forever, but after a few more seconds, his breathing became steadier, although it was still laboured."Was that good, lover?" Yes, it was," he replied softly. She could hear the glow in his voice.Her hand was still moving over her clit. At first she had wanted to cum with Rick, but she knew he was too far gone for her to catch up. Letting out a sigh, she resolved to get Rick to take care of her later.. ..do you wake her up before or let her come to moaning, two fingers in her twat and your strap up her ass...maybe you start off easy and let her wake slow and sweet before you bend her in half and inhale her. Decisions, decisions. You settle for a sharp nip to her thigh at the same time you slide your fingers into her pussy, being sure to scrape across that rough little patch that sets her on fire – every single time. She gasps, choking on a moan, and she's crying your name before she's even. ‘I always think that roast chicken is a meal best shared.’ ‘Well, if you’re sure.’ Linda smiled. ‘About six-thirty then?’ ‘Thank you. I think I may even have a bottle of wine with me. Just for emergencies, you understand. I think it should go with chicken.’ ‘Everything goes with chicken,’ Linda said. Over supper, I learned that Linda had met her husband, George Harrison (not the Beatle of that name, but an entertainment industry fellow nevertheless), when he was directing a film shoot on the.