With my other hand, I rubbed my clitoris. Anal play did not happen often, but did feel good when the time was right. This was the time. I inserted a s...cond finger into my own ass while furiously playing with my clit, the tension was intense, I wanted to cum again. The spasms came in rolling waves, I could feel them flexing in my ass. Oh god! Yes. If only my husband could see this. I do play with my ass when we have sex, it feels good and brings on the orgasm waves quicker. But he has never seen. He wasn’t thinking at all. The blood flowed far from his brain to the growing shaft between his own legs. He knew he should not have pursued this flirtatious side of things, but he couldn’t help it. Everything about her was intoxicating.He remembered how they would play outside as younger teenagers. They’d get into wrestling matches over everything. Every time it ended in a chorus of giggling. But once his asshole father divorced her mother a year ago that all stopped. Now Matt came to visit. Were you doing this for me?You went deep inside as far as you could. I could feel the head of your cock go as far as it could. I had never felt such pleasure within the folds of my cunt. You were moaning and and so was I."Can I fuck you from behind?" you asked. I wanted you to.You turned me over and had me on my knees. You held on to me as you fucked me deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. It was late. The music was still playing from the speakers in the other room. I could hear people talking. ”“At your school? You must mean the teachers - in our last session, you were talking about how you like guys who are older than you.”“Yeah, some of the teachers. We’ve got a guy who just started teaching...”“No, that can’t be right,” I interrupted. “The last guy you dated was almost old enough to be your father.”“Well sure, he was old, but he kept himself in such good shape, you couldn’t tell.”With just the tiniest hint of effort, I transformed one of the photos of the wall into a picture of a.