He pulled his dick from my mouth and told me to get on the couch. "Take off your clothes and get the lube, you fucking slut," he demanded. I stripped ...s fast as I could. I bent over the couch arm and spread lube all over my asshole. He jerked off as he watched me fuck my ass with one then two fingers. "Move your hand, its time you felt a dick."He pressed his dick up against my asshole. Pressing harder and harder to get it into my ass. It hurt but I loved it. Stroke after stroke, he got further. He was probably in his early forties and was married. While some of the younger less experienced councilors sometimes stayed with us overnight in the group home, Mr. Jarvis always arrived early in the morning and left late in the afternoon to go home to his wife. I never saw the woman in all the time I'd been there. Apparently he kept his life away from the group home as private as possible. The only thing we knew was that he never had any kids of his own. I never even knew his first name.. I backed down. I was getting very nervous. Mike was very disappointed and told me his frustration about guys from online always setting him up leaving him hang. I quickly apologized to Mike, it wasn't my intention but he had caught me off guard was all. I told him to wait in isle as I went to turn off the lights in store and gain my courage.I turned the lights off. Turning around I took a deep breath and committed myself to what was about to happen. I walked over to Mike. His cock had gone. Phil undressed except for his boxers and joined her on the bed. Lenore wrapped herself around Phil like a human cocoon, arms around his neck, one leg hooked behind his, and her body melted into his. The warmth of her against him told him she was more than ready. He cupped her firm buttocks in his hands and squeezed appreciatively. She moaned into his mouth. “Take me,” she said, simply. Not a demand, not a request, but an invitation of permission. The next two hours were like a chapter from.