Not that it was all bad times, though. We had long periods, years in fact, when things were really good, and I had my wife and two great kids to come ...ome to, and when the bad times came, I just accepted that this was how life worked.Those two girls were great. They rarely gave us any grief, and they made our married life so much better. They became very close to me, and often when Lyndall and I argued, they would take my side, not that I needed backup from two young kids, but it just shows the. Two days later, when he knocked on my door I was very pleased. Not only had I physically prepared my arse for him, but I was also determined to feel that spectacular cock in my backside. Of course, we again went through the spliff and Witblits routine, before I asked if he would like to fuck me.“Sure, bend over,” he answered, just as cocky as on his previous visit.Initially, Peter took things a little slower, but shortly, his domineering approach returned in force. After entering my backside. Tables and sleek, steel-backed chairs hid in the shadows not reached by tiki lamps burning around the pool. The crystalline blue water of the long, kidney-shaped pool sparkled back into the night air, every now and then catching and reflecting the vivid colors of the costly silks and satins worn by Jean’s more elite acquaintances. Sliding one of the doors open, Jean all but dragged Aidan out onto the patio. ‘I want you to meet someone,’ he said, nodding a greeting at several people as if he. A few people now stood in the kitchen and rested in the lounge. Wet pussies and dripping cock were abundant. Still no Bill. I wandered into the other bedroom. He was there, but too busy to talk. Bill was on his back in the middle of the bed, the sole male occupant. A lady in her mid thirties with thighs well spread either side of his face, hands holding onto the bedhead for support, rode his mouth with her pussy. Another woman, of medium build, straddled Bill’s lower belly. She faced his feet..