I always like to look at myself by sitting up with my legs spread wide apart as play, imagining that my fingers or a dildo are the real things. My fan...asy was about to be fulfilled. I was there watching as he positioned his erection and then started to enter me.“Slowly!” I said, “I want to savor this.” It was so much better than my fingers and I watched intently as he slowly pushed inside me, going in between my legs which were wide apart as far as I could get them. My cunt was aching for him. My experience with women had been limited. There had been a couple of farm girls who lived down the road from my family, and a few willing ladies in the towns I'd played ball, but I'd never gotten to do it enough to actually develop any talent at it. I'd spent too much of my time practicing my pitches. If I'd devoted as much time to learning sex as I'd spent learning to throw a baseball I'd have been heir apparent to Casanova. The thing was that I liked pussy just as much as I liked baseball.. "I am Sir John Johnson IV, the owner of the manor, and a magician!" upon saying this, he bowed deeply, a bouquet of flowers shooting out into his hand, which he handed to Charlie, the nearest to him."Uhh, thanks," she said to the eccentric man."It is me who should say thanks! I have grown quite bored, and your company would be much appreciated," he said in response. "I think it'd be fun if we played a game, wouldn't it?" he asked, and, seeing our hesitation, continued, "You can, of course, stay. " I smiled back at her, my fingers still slowly working in and out of her two holes, "I wasn't sure if you were into anal," I said as I winked at her, "But I take it that you didn't mind." She sat up on one elbow, "I'm not, but no one was ever so gentle before. You could make a girl want to be sodomized," and she grinned ear to ear. "We need a cigarette before we go on, I'm so charged up right now," and I handed her the pack of cigarettes and got one for myself, then I lit them. I could smell.