‘No …, not just sex.’ ‘Then what?’ I insisted. ‘I want to keep seeing you.’ ‘I’m game for that. Is that all?’ ‘Mike!’ she said...with exasperation. ‘What is this? Twenty Questions? I thought we were talking about having sex.’ ‘No, we’ve moved off that topic.’ ‘Damn it, Mike. What ARE we talking about?’ ‘We’re discussing ‘seeing’ each other. I like you, Gail and want to keep seeing you. But I won’t make love to you.’ ‘You better explain yourself. Because I’m not sure I understand.’ ‘Gail, I like. "What are you doing?" Devlin asked."Practicing my smile," Krissi said. "It's important during a book signing. You smile, say something to the person in front of you, ask them how they want it signed, do the deed, and look at the next person." She's been doing that all morning," Steve said from the table. He was leafing through the newspaper, clearly looking for something. "Ah, here it is. It's an ad in the Arts & Entertainment Section." He held the paper out and Devlin took it."What does it. He dipped his finger into my wet pussy, then dragged it along my perineum to my asshole, and slowly pushed it in. He sank to the first knuckle, persuading my sphincter to open for him. By the time his second knuckle passed through my sphincter, his finger was exploring my rectum, rubbing my intestinal walls. It was a pleasant feeling but very foreign to me.“Are you ready for my cock?” Jack whispered above me.“Yes, I think so,” came my cautious reply.Jack spread a little oil around my anal. ..I entered thru the back door as usual. I could hear the tv. as i came to the lounge doorway i could see her in her armchair facing the tv. She obviously didnt hear me come in because as i was about to say hi she leaned back spread her legs a little and slid her hand up her dress, letting out a little sigh and a 'oooo fuck, yes'.....I guessed she had a thing for the tv presenter... I quickly tiptoed back to the kitchen. frantically thinking about what i'd just seen and what to do next. As I.