“Diane, you can tell me anything. I’m bound to confidentiality. I’ve seen everything over the years. Please.” Diane was extremely embarrassed....She was reluctant to talk about sex even with her husband, let alone anybody else. “My husband’s unhappy,” was all she could bring herself to say. “Oh?” Diane didn’t say anything. “Diane, at your age, there’s really only three things couples fight about. The kids. Money. Sex.” “Yeah.” “Sex?” “Yeah.” “He wants it more than he gets it?” “Yes.” “Do you. 'What a glorious arse!' I thought. And quickly moved to take up station behind her. Her cunt juice and my saliva had run down to soak her puckered arsehole."Not for making babies, Alan, in my arse!" (Ne pas pour fait les bebes, Alan, dans ma cu!)Taken aback for a second, I thought; 'makes sense.' I inserted my thumb into the inviting hole. Briefly, the sphincter relaxed to admit me and gripped. I wriggled my thumb in and out to Safiya's evident and vocal delight. I just knew I'd only last a few. She'd thought she wouldn't have to do it for a few days. But he just looked at her, pointing to the floor in front of him. Realizing she had no choice, she shuffled over and sank to her knees.Looking at his crotch, the reality of her situation really hit home. She reached out with trembling hands and pulled down his zipper, then unfastened his pants which allowed his pants to drop. When she pulled down his underwear, his hard cock sprang out, hitting her in face. Then with a sigh, Sarah opened. Tanya's bum, naked, neat and compact, stuck up in the air the way it was, was more than I could resist so I dropped down behind her and ran my fingers up and down her crack. She was so wet; little drips of love juice were trickling down her inner thighs and glistening in the flickering light.Inserting my middle finger between her puffed up labia lips, I was surprised to feel that her inner lips were also open - that would make my entry that much easier.She wiggled her butt as I gently ran my.