She moved out into my yard for pictures, she stood near my bushes, near my big oak tree, and then against my classic car. When I suggested that she la... down in the grass for some pictures she suggested my bed instead. Bingo! She had reached her goal, finally.She followed me into my house and up to my bedroom. She sat on the side of my bed and I took pictures of her. She did lay back with her head propped up on my pillow and then she opened her legs telling me to get a good picture of her to. A second finger followed and then, quickly, a third. I began to squirm and wriggle sensing those beefy fingers inside me. Come on man, fuck me! I pleaded. He took the hint, his own urgency matching mine as I felt the softness of his cock head at my sphincter. He nudged forward a little, and I willed my ass to relax around him. With a painful dilation of my ring and a pop, I felt his mushroom head breach my defenses reaching inside me. I gasped loud with the initial pain, and he stopped, waiting. Egan had a spacious apartment and his wife was having an affair so it was available. The last time I’d seen him he had been really upset. Seeing her every morning didn’t help. Egan had gotten so mad that in the early days of his discovery he had killed them both a few times. He knew better now, he wasn’t a newbie like poor Keri. She had fallen through during a particularly short repetition and hadn’t had the chance to go through that bacchanal phase most of us do without repercussions.Joe. Our eyes locked. Without a word, Greg moved between my open legs, and slowly inserted himself in me. I was so wet and he slid in easily. Oh, my!He went slowly, but firmly. We talked, teased each other, and took our time. His rhythm was insistent, yet slow and passionate. Without warning, he rolled onto his back, turning me over at the same time. I ended up on top of him, still impelled on his wonderful erection. I liked being in control, and I took over our movements easily. Greg placed his.