.excuse me, sir," she muttered, not sure how to approach him or if he even understood her. "Could I um, you know, stay with you tonight?"After that he...looked at her for a long time. He looked at the different parts of her, and for awhile his eyes were focused on the exposed area of her breasts and then, for an even longer time, the front of her shorts. She looked down, noticing she hadn't bothered to zip up her shorts from earlier and that a small patch of her dripping vagina was showing. She. The paperboy was still there watching these two have their way with me. Charles said it looked like you are enjoying my sons and being watched by the paperboy. Charles then told me he would be talking to me on his return, and he expected me to allow him to have as much fun as I was allowing his sons.I said please Charles don't say anything to my husband, it would hurt him very much. Charles just laughed down the phone and said my dear, that will depend on how nice you are to me when I get back. Jesus. Yeah. Oof! Ow! Slowly. Yeah."He followed her instructions and fed his cock up her ass inch by glorious inch. When he had his hips nestled up to her buttocks for the second time, he paused for a moment. Gradually he repeated the motion as she got used to his thickness. After that, he slowly increased his tempo, working that little bit faster each time.Sarah had knelt beside them, her face at his hip getting a close up view of her girlfriend's asshole being fucked, but now she moved onto. Sadly, I didn’t have time for a wife or kids and was too damned busy for a serious relationship. Interestingly, my never ending search for hot young pussy to keep me entertained on the road led to me meeting the woman I finally married at the ripe old age of thirty-six. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, casual sex toward the second half of the 80s had become dangerous. Maybe more important, I’d lost the thrill of, ‘find ’em, feel ’em, fuck ’em and forget ’em’ and was ready to fall in.