”“Huh?” she said, looking surprised.“Yes, one my place is embarrassingly nothing. And there is the other thing. I’m afraid you might turn me...down,” I said. She smirked.“Well, you can hope for a better opportunity in the future,” she said.“Hmm,” I said. “Well hope does spring eternal as they say.” She gave me a look that seemed to say that she couldn’t believe that I was serious.“Yes, I guess it does for a few of us, losers,” she said.“You a loser? Hardly,” I said. “Now me...”“One of these days,. Soon we moved on to her fucking me with a strap-on, something I never imagined that I would enjoy. And then a larger strap-on and then ultimately her fist. My sweet and wonderful Cindy fucking me madly in the ass with her fist. And amazingly, I loved it all. Really loved it.And little did I know, but we were just beginning.Fisting. To say that I was addicted to fisting would be to use the wrong word. It wasn't a physical need exactly. I didn't need to be fisted, but I definitely wanted it. Not. So Sarah had only me now for sexynfun as her friend Debbie and hubby Steve we’re now stationed in Michigan. Sarah had found birth control pills nothing but trouble as they made her feel sick and she suffered very heavy periods when taking them so it was damned rubbers which I,ve always detested as it messed up spontaneous love making and when I or Sarah went to take it off I always lost pubic hair unless I shaved it off. Even did that occasionally, but it itches like crazy when it grew back.. At first she thought itwas her eleven year old nephew Peter and she hadn't thought anything of it, thenshe had heard other voices and she had just presumed that it was a couple ofPeter's friends. But then, she heard a strange moaning that had caused her to stopdead in her tracks, it wasn't an ordinary moan, in fact she knew immediately whatkind of a moan it was ... she might not have made love for a long, long time but sheknew a sexual cry when she beard it!Whatever could be going on in the.