There is a reason; in fact, there are apt to beseveral reasons.)Writers, I believe, have a moral obligation to depict the types of sexthat they enjoy,...even if others are uncomfortable about such activities. That's why the vast majority of my fiction, even that which involvesheterosexual couples, includes scenes of anal intercourse, often, infact, to the exclusion of vaginal intercourse. I love cocks, balls,buttocks, and anuses, so my fiction is full of them (and breasts). Bycomparison, you. All three of us ordered a cup of coffee and a Danish roll, my treat. John appreciated that because he was close to running out of money.Naturally, when three guys our ages get together, it does not take long for the conversation to shift to females. I found out that John did not currently have a girlfriend because she had left him when he lost his job. He was annoyed about it, but not bitter. He could even mention her name without attaching any derogatory words. That impressed me based on the. She put some clear oily material around it. She knelt down and inserted the object in her ass but only a few inches. I met her ass to ass, our tutus forming a wheel of pink silk. I took the dildo and pushed it into my hole. I could feel Helen’s hand on my asscheeks as she pushed and pulled the dildo to its proper location. I saw later that it had markings which made it easier. We finally took our position, that on all fours, ass to ass, with our hands on the floor. We moved against each other. She frowned, wondering what had kept him from seeing her. Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to marry this man, of course he had to want it too, and then she had to get her father’s approval. She smiled again, touching her lips. "Do tell, Miss Elizabeth, what is occupying your thoughts?" Elizabeth jumped turning and looking toward Maxwell’s deep, luscious voice. "Maxwell what are you doing here?" "Well I came to see you of course." Elizabeth stood up and smiled. "Miss Elizabeth I do like.