"What's up?" I asked. Laying down on the floor next to her. "Have you ever done it?" "Done what?" "Given a girl a...rimjob?" Even though we often talk...d about sex, I was a little surprised atShannon's question. "Uh, yeah actually. I have. Why?" "Just curious. I've always wondered it would feel like." "I imagine it feels pretty good," I said. "I haven't had any complaintsanyway." "I bet. I like when a guy plays with my ass, but I've never been ableto ask anyone to lick it." I was starting. And then I slowly brought my fingers to my nose; I could smell the aroma of his fresh sperm. I drifted off to sleep savoring my son’s most intimate scent as I held my semen drenched fingers slightly away from my nose. Chapter two: The next morning…. Gary woke with an erection, which he tried to hide from me as he went to the bathroom…. I needed a quick shower to wash the dried semen from my backside…. We cleaned ourselves, did not speak of the events of the previous evening…got packed, ate. As a judge, she was even more respected. In the Moore vs Moore she had been a veritable Solomon. In the judicial review of the beefsteak scandal, she had nearly managed to satisfy all parties; something that everybody agreed was all but impossible. And sex was never on the cards. She missed it; despite her forthright findings, she could not find a way of expressing that view to her husband.And so, when the case of Mr Wiggley vs The Sun was suddenly settled, and she went home early for a change,. She had warned me her last lover was a black guy, muscled and endowed.Ana arranged everything for Saturday night.We met Buck at a pub. He was already there and we sat at the table; Ana was beside him and me across both of them. As soon as we asked drinks, I saw Buck’s hand disappearing under the tablecloth. Soon Ana shivered and I knew the bastard was fingering her shaven pussy.She was not wearing any panties; so, it was easy for him to reach under her mini skirt and shove his long fingers up.