It’s not every day you see someone’s bum hole, is it? Unless you’re one of those arse doctors, what you call ’em. Proctors?’ ‘Proctologist...,’ Betty corrected, finding her friend’s unrefined and perverse manner increasingly difficult to tolerate. ‘Eugenia…this feels wrong. Maybe you can just find a book on the subject if you’re so curious about—’ ‘Oh, hush. Just spread those big bum cheeks of yours already, before someone catches us.’ With a deep sigh, Betty finally complied, hoping to resolve. He had a very good day frequently sliding his erection between her buttocks which seemed to grip him like an old friend.Day TwoDoorway knocked in stud wall between bedroom and new bathroom. New door hung.Two jobs. Two payments. Mona looked surprised at this but didn’t object knowing it was pointless to argue. She looked at Jerry hoping he would put a stop to it.“We both know Jerry is not going to object Mona. He is just an observer. This is now between you and me.”Defeated she turned her back. Then she turned sideways. “Oh, I need to groom my bush,” she noticed. “It has grown wild!” she giggled. Moving to the vanity, she pulled her clippers out of the drawer and trimmed her bush pretty short. I’ll fix the rest when I shave my legs, she thought to herself. She stepped into the shower and stood under the warm water. “Oh, this feels good,” she moaned. Her body had heard her heart and mind about living again; it was coming alive and tingling. She grabbed the soap and poured some in her. You want it!” He snarls, in that moment he leans towards me enough so that I can see a slight glimpse of his rugged jaw line and can see a grin curled on his lips.I keep trying kick my legs, if I move my body too much I just give him space to shove himself further into my tight pussy that has already given him the impression I like what’s happening ... Maybe I did, but that was when I thought this was a dream and a different circumstance completely.I feel his hand brush and press the skin along.