I need you to fuck me.”“I will but not now. Karen and I will drive you home and on the way, we’re going to stop and fuck in the back of the van....When you go in the front door to your husband, I want my cum trickling down your legs to show him how recently I fucked you.”“Mmm, that sounds so erotic, so naughty, I’ll do it! Then I’ll have him either eat my cunt or fuck me for sloppy seconds.” Lisa was so aroused it didn’t take long for his talented tongue to give her another strong climax.“Okay. Sex with men is different, because so many things personal to that particular man, inside you, is complex.His needs, desires, impressions, perversions, and kinks, all roll-up into a drive that makes him fuck me, in his fashion, unique only to him and the way he does it.My husbands friend, John, was a tad eccentric, an ex-public schoolboy, who might have been subjected to caning, and derived a sexual perversion in applying it to women, willing enough, to be caned.As far as I know, he had never. It was already dark and cold, and little drizzle poured, we still carried on not bothering even if the world came to an end.We went inside the house, found few on the floor, one couple making themselves comfy on the couch, i carried her inside a room and dropped her on the bed. i unbuttoned her shirt one by one, her dashing white skin made me get a strong boner. i opened her bra, and there it was, my god! those fair melons hanging free, with eyes like nipples looking at me. i immediately kissed. We had c***dren the same age and everyone just got along so well, so fast. This particular night, Mark decided to serve some homemade cocktail concocted with various rums. Ann loved it and was throwing down glass after glass before dinner was even off the grill. I left the two talking on the deck to go inside and help Renee round up the k**s. Mark’s wife was a little younger than the rest of us and had an amazing pair of tits that complemented her tall, athletic frame. She thanked me for.