While we are talking about asses, I should tell you about what happened while my wife was cleaning the BBQ grill. I mentioned to her that her ass was ...he same width as the grill. It was a big mistake. She didn't say anything to me at the time but you have to remember that women never forget any negative statements made by their husbands.My wife still brings up stuff I said twenty years or more ago. They say elephants have great memories. My wife has them beat by a mile when it comes to things. I licked her cock and she cooed. I felt the soft but firm shaft before returning to her wet asshole. I heard her faintly say, “Fuck me!” and in my young innocence, I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her, like I don’t hear her and for clarification. She laughed a little and then with a lustfull, sexy voice said, “Yes, Fuck me!” I tore my jeans and released my aching cock. Her hole wet from my saliva, I spit on my cocks head and pressed it against her asshole before easing the head inside her.. Until I met Andrew. He, like me, was a golf addict and we starter to meet up on the course quite often as we were of similar standard of play though his short game was better than miner and, despite the age difference, I could usually hit further than him. I had no notion at first that we would ever consider sex and I hadn't even particularly noticed his ass (I guess I assumed that it was off limits so hadn't wanted to be disappointed!). But then I noticed him, as we sat having drink after a. ”“Let me introduce Sandra Wynne, Sayuri. She teaches anthropology at Macquarie.”“I am honored.”“No, no. Not so formal. I am Sandra. And you are?...”“Sayuri.”“Sayuri is my brother’s girlfriend.”“I’ve met Al. Doesn’t he receive his degree soon?”“In December. But he may stay another year.”“And you, Sayuri?”“I am a visitor at the International Centre.”“And I’m showing her the Gallery.”“Have you been to ‘Our lands’ yet?”“No. That’s for after lunch, along with David Stephenson.”“You should actually.