I pressed a little harder with my middle finger, and it slipped in her puckered little hole up to the first knuckle, I kept it there for a few seconds...until I felt her relax then I pushed it in to the second knuckle, she tensed slightly then relaxed. I then began to saw my finger in and out of her tight anus in the same rhythm as my cock in her pussy.She looked round at me and said, "Fook me in my tight ass... Hard!" I almost came at her suggestion.I pulled my rampant cock from her pussy and. That would be a great way to get off.”“You guys haven’t done it yet? I askedMandy looked kinda sheepish “Nope”This continued for another couple of weeks. We would meet and Jenny and I would have sex in front of them,One day I came home early and I thought I heard a couple of people in the bathroom. I walked around the corner and Jenny and Mandy were in there naked.“Look Derek.” Mandy said. “ I waxed”“Hi honey, Jenny said.Although I enjoyed seeing this young girl’s waxed mound I was a bit. I set the rules and define the limits. Not Jennifer. Not Becky. Not Joyce. Not you. Not Stephanie.”“Wait, did you change your mind about me?”“No, Melanie. But I am going to insist that you stick to the limits of what I can give you and accept the relationship on my terms.”“That might be hard to do, because you limit it so much.”“As much as I love you, I don’t think we have a future as a couple. You know, I think that you belong with Pete. It’s true that we limited ourselves because of Birgit,. It is the spice of my life. Losing it would turn me into the most boring of persons. And who needs that?My husband George doesn't deserve a depressed wife, does he? I promise to be careful. There is no need for him to know what puts the bubble in me. Wouldn't that spoil it all, for him and for me? I need my little holidays. I bring them home as a gift. Like a fresh tan from Aruba. Or a healthy blush from a spa.Yes, I can see how you shake your head. So much bullshit just to get what I want..