“Hey thanks for fucking my wife?”“Exactly.” Dawn said with a smile. “Thank you for reminding my wife that sex can be enjoyable. That not all...men have cocks the size of a Vienna sausage. Thank you for making my wife squirt by sliding a finger up her ass as you fucked her.”“He what?! You never let me touch your butt. I’ve been begging you to let me try that with you the entire time we’ve been married.” John pleaded. “I know you have. Chase didn’t even ask. He was just railing my cunt and suddenly. Erik even came up with this game where he'd come up behind me, reacharound and grab my dick and tug on it gently while he said, "HONK!HONK!" And I'd giggle and stop whatever I was doing and drop to my kneeson the floor in front of him and give him a blowjob. What a neat game -we play it at least once or twice a day!It suddenly struck me this morning while I was cleaning the bathroomsafter Erik had left to go to work, that I haven't left the house forseveral months. Well, I've left the house to. ‘Dorothy,’ said the Duchess, ‘show Mr Avons out’. The petite servant led me to the door, and returned my coat. It was only much later that I discovered that my instinct had been right. Sometimes the most perfect models come from the most unexpected places. THE STUDIO The photographer’s studio must be his office, his showroom and his workshop, and should be an open space, unbound by close walls or fixed furnishings. My studio was also my home, with small rooms on the rear wall furnished as a. Once he was taking me easily I repositioned him with his legs back and looked into his eyes as I took him. My cock felt huge and powerful inside him. As I slid deep into him I asked:“How can something so good be a sin?” My mouth inches from his. My hips gyrated and my erection explored his warm insides. “Your gay arse was made for my cock.” The provocative mention of sin tipped Gabriel over the edge and he kissed me with fervour. I gave him a proper seeing to. I fucked him and wanked his.