“I wanted to tell you...I very much enjoy when we hump,” she says.“It’s such a turn on,” I say.“Right? Practically as much as the full act...” she says.“Is that one of your favorite things to do?” I ask.“I wish it would last longer.”“Being intimate is limited if it’s just the main act.”“Promise me, though,” she says.“What’s that?”“Don’t let it turn into sex,” she says. “At least not this moment.”“Yes. Let’s communicate.”“I’m putting that responsibility on you, just as much as to myself. Please be. Stan, meanwhile, had moved in behind me. His hands had pushed my shirt up and unhooked the skimpy lace bra I wore. His fingertips found my erect nipples and began to do wonderful things to them. His lips caressed the nape of my neck while his teeth nibbled there. We all stopped at the same time to finish removing our clothes. We three stood there in glorious nudity, breathless anticipation dawning in all of us, before we attacked each other. Brett’s kisses were insistent as his long, slender. I gasped and my eyes opened wide as I felt him passing by my backdoor resistance, my now not so tight anus… my powerful sphincter tried for just a second to resist his movement, but soon he knew I could take his full size cock deep in my rectum.Then he smiled and whispered in my ear:“Madam, your corporal heat seems to be right, but I will check a bit more”So, he started to pump my anus with his huge erection deep shoved in me.Soon my body started to respond to his fucking motion and then. Now I had imagined that it would be some new clothes or just a good pounding and load like normal, how I was wrong. That evening I couldn't think of anything else other than the following days action. I had become a real cock whore and craved his big dick badly. The following evening came, I went in the shower to clean and make sure I was ready for it, I got dressed in my shorts, tshirt and trainers (no underwear) and made my way downstairs, told the folks I was going to Johns to do a little.