"Come on, come and fuck me sir," Helena told him, pulling the old man to his feet.I quickly hit the remote button and the glass panel changed colour s...ightly again, back to how it was before. Helena climbed on to the bed, as I had told her, her face right up close to the mirror."Come fuck me doggystyle sir," she asked the old man."Well, what I like is..." he began."Baby I need it doggystyle. I love it like that sir, you'll see," she pleaded, "Give it to me now sir, you'll love it" Well, okay,". My cock was throbbing in my jeans so i eventually gave in and went down on her she was moaning with pleasure though i tried to hold her mouth so not to wake my partner she just couldnt stop i got her over the couch lifted her skirt and ripped of her panties and sunk my throbbing cock deep inside her and started to fuck her tight wet pussy my partner shot up n shouted what the fuck i tried to pull away nothing else i could do or say but to my suprise my partner walked over and started to kiss me. How could one know, after all? What if the actuality appalled? One thing to dream; another to? But now she did know. Knowing also that her chosen road permitted no u-turns. A fact she had found a little scary. That part of her still obdurate in it’s attachment to normality horrified; wanting nothing more than to turn away from the scene she had worked so hard to contrive and return again to the metaphysical haven of personal imagination. The hermetically sealed world of private desire. She. I was slowly thrusting with the vibe cranked to the max when suddenly my body convulsed in spasms of euphoric pleasure so intense I had to pull out to stop them! I wondered aloud, “My God! Is that what women feel?” I was hooked on anal. When Jon left that night he gave no indication when I would see him again. I didn’t want to call him, didn’t want to reveal how anxious I was, so I just waited. When he called I picked up the phone breathless. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he said. “Can I come.