Please don’t ask me why. It’s something I have never understood myself but it is a part of me and that’s that. Why agonise about what we are? �...Lift your nightdress.” I lifted it and I hear the sound of her placing her glass down and standing. Then I felt her hand on my arse. She caressed my cheeks, her hand firm on the silk of my knickers. Through the material, she pressed a finger against my arsehole. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?” “Yes, Babs.” “Anyone else?” “No.” “Often?” “Once.” “Turn. I snuggled close to him. He was lying on his back, his arm on my side was folded behind his head. I pressed my nose into his hairy armpit and sniffed the stale scent of his sweat. I don’t know what drives me in this way, but I love the smell of a man’s unwashed armpits. It’s like a strong aphrodisiac to me.I touched his chest, then ran my fingers down his body. When I got to his penis, I held it gently and felt it stir. I wondered if a man nearing his sixties could get off three times within a. John Butler said, while still laughing, “It tisn’t an easy accent ta pick up, is it now? Most people end up soundin like dere doin some kind of cockney with a wee bit of Irish. Be’in from Knowsley meself, I come by me accent the ole fashion way ... I was born wit it.”“Look around, while I git ta BEAUTY AND DA BEAST stuff for Randall.”I turned to my brother and said, “Nice save John. I forgot to talk to you two about how you wanted to deal with encountering people. Except for the piss-poor. ..don't stop...ah".That moan acted as a encouragement to me as i sucked on her clit harder.Thanks to her juices I easily increased my fingering speed,she ached her back,rose her pelvis and almost shouted "ahhhh...".as Rachael had the first orgasm for the night.I licked on her clit for some more time before she calmed down. .