Eric stopped, allowing me to get comfortable and then began to ease back out until all that was left inside me was his head. He pushed back in, this t...me bottoming out in one swift stroke. I was out of my mind. All I could think of was, "I'm getting fucked!" It felt amazing! Eric smoothly thrust in and out of my asshole. He wasn't aggressive just insistent. He was driving to his ultimate conclusion and I was happy for him to finish inside me. I don't know what it's like to be fucked as a woman. Unable to do so, he sits down again to try to discover the problem.As he sits down he feels a strange sensation in his chest again, almost as though a part of him bounced. "I must be getting sick," he says aloud, and then gasps, as his voice has risen in pitch and become chirpy, compared with what he remembers, as well as it now sounds quite distinctively feminine. "What the hell?" he asks thin air. "A sore throat...that's it, I'm getting a sore throat." Convincing himself of this, he. There was nothing. Oh well, I have two weeks to think about what I want to do, two weeks without Kate to distract me, hell I was getting horny for her after only two days, what are two weeks going to do to me? I found when I returned home on Wednesday evening that it wasn’t all up to me, I was being forced to consider Kate and her feelings, not only for me, but for us. What was waiting for me was a letter that she had written when she was alone in her room and had smuggled out and posted in a. She then pulled her thighs in tightly and majestically then repeated the movement. He could not believe the sexual satisfaction he was receiving from watching the feminine body expel its waste; he wanted to come more than ever. Even the smell of her excrement seemed sweet whilst he remained in his perilous and tortured sate of arousal.'You know you must lick me clean now don't you?' she said with great satisfaction. He looked up at her puckered little bottom which looked virtually clean and was.