He then surprised me; and caught me completely off guard. Curtis grasped my left buttocks with his hand and I felt his thumb start to ‘investigate a...d explore’ my backside. I have never been into anal sex; in fact, I have always found it too painful to even complete the act. However, for some strange reason, feeling Curtis’s thumb resting on my anus as he fucked me from behind was strangely erotic and pleasurable. It was so wicked and depraved, it was somehow sexy. I felt the tip of his thumb. I closed the washer and headed back to see Steph. I came around the corner to see Steph sitting with her legs wide open. She had on a very small pair of shorts so I could see almost all of her firm tanned legs. She was leaning forward so I got a good view down her small tank top at her bra-less tits. I scanned her body from top to bottom and could see a little hair poking out of the sides of her yellow panties. When I looked up she was staring right at me. I was busted checking out my wife's. Wewent through "her" clothes, discarding all the tat and making a list ofwhat would be required. John was all for going off shopping as soon aspossible, but I told him that there would be no shopping until he was atthe right size. He was so motivated that the weight loss was quite fast,all 7 kg gone in three months and, with exercise, his natural waist droppedto 32". He had his first two Laser sessions, started voice training andfollowed my exercise regime. In fact we enrolled at the gym; he. It was just like with Uncle Frank. When Ipushed him away he grabbed me again, called me a whore, and then pinnedmy arms. Dear diary, I won't describe what came next as it's too awfulto write. His jerry is smaller than Uncle Frank's (or Hank's, for thatmatter) but he still hurt me.While he was on top of me I looked away, wishing I could be somewhereelse. I glanced into the dresser mirror and I saw a stranger's facelooking back at me. It couldn't have been my face because I was flaton the.