I’ve always thought he was attractive, in his early forties, tall and fit looking with a naughty glint in his eye: he made me feel as though he was ...ooking at me stark naked. We had chatted occasionally over the hedge but never been alone together. He asked me if I’d like a coffee, and I found myself agreeing and going into his house. Rather than putting the kettle on, he opened a bottle of wine and poured us both a large glass. ‘You look unhappy’, he told me. ‘Sometimes I feel life is passing. I swear: I have forgotten what loneliness virtually means. His room looks simple, but tastefully modern. I would move in here at any slight opportunity to do so. Slowly, his eyes dart up to my face. I am not embarrassed being naked around him anymore. I am now used to it. The truth is I can peel away all my clothing in public, and I wouldnt give a damn about accomplishing this. The only thing restraining me from doing that is making a horror show before everyone in motion, and then getting my. My new favorite thing was watching a girl’s asshole spread as I push my cock inside. “Owowow!” Carol exclaimed. “It’s fine. Keep going. It hurts but it’s fine. Shit that thing is thick. Ooooohhhaawww!”“Okay, the head is all the way in.” The coolest, nastiest hottest thing I’d seen in my life to that point.“Let me rest a minute. Put some more oil on that thing.” I poured the olive oil in the crack of her ass and watched it run down to where my dick was penetrating Carol’s asshole. I. Seeing me look at her, she said, "We both need a clean up now, don't we?" "Yes," I replied, with a smile. When we were both as decently dressed as we could be (she'd started to get a dark patch on the crotch of her jeans) we looked over to the dogging cars. The 4x4 was starting to pull away and the group had dispersed. Only the hatchback was left and, after a few seconds, that pulled away as well. "My boyfriend has gone," she said. "We parked over there, but the car's gone." "I'll run you.