And by the time we’d got to the villa I was soldon the benefits of an automatic gearbox; only once hadit been necessary to let go of her lovely ...ittle fanny.A ringing endorsement for Borg-Warner, no doubt, but oneunlikely to feature as a customer testimonial. We were halfway up the drive before we noticed that Carlmust have visitors. There was another car parked outsidethe villa. Chapter 16We came round the back. Carl and another man weresitting at a table on the terrace. Carl, unusually. “Ah, yes,” I gasped, delighted at the intrusion.It was uncomfortable at first, but not as bad as I expected. In fact, I quickly got used to the size of the satyr’s cock. It began sliding in and out, the pace and depth of the thrusts increasing. Behind me, the satyr grunted and groaned as he fucked my ass.“You have a tight ass. A good ass for fucking,” he muttered almost inaudibly, giving my ass cheek a hard slap as he did.I felt fingers enfolding my own cock. Pyro began vigorously pumping my. “Me too,” I reply, leaning into her a little and sliding my hand across her knee and onto her thigh.“On a scale of one to ten, what’s your wetness value?” I ask, smiling.“Ten wouldn’t come close,” she replies, “I have changed my knickers twice already, once before I left home to meet you and once in the station toilets.” She dips into her bag and shows me a pair of white-coloured panties before stuffing them back in.“Ah,” I interrupt, “story eight,” I point at her knickers, laughing but with a. I had acquired growing confidence that I wasn't simply going to "change back" into an old man, without warning. But I remained bedeviled by feelings that -- somehow -- a day of reckoning would surely come.And now I was fretting anew about what my duties were, toward Ellie. That we had embarked on a permanent life together wasn't the subject of any doubt, in my mind or in hers. We were together, and blissfully so. But could I simply continue to enjoy this young woman, body and soul, and never.