Now I know that his physique is due to his interest in triathlons. He came over to me smiling and we shook hands and kissed, as is typical here. He sm...lled wonderful, I recognised the cologne, Agua de Gio. With his wonderful manners he escorted me over to his table and we ordered drinks. We chatted about our families and business. My eyes were all over him, but it was clear that his were all over me as well. He told me about his family, his wife and children. I was mildly surprised to hear. I reached for his hands, and he pulled his stinky fingers from my butt hole, and I said as he pulled me up to my feet, "I want to sit on your dick, up my ass. The others can pump my cunt until you cum, okay?"He sat down, and I turned around and backed up between his legs. He put his hands on my waist, and I lowered my ass until I felt the head of his cock at the crack of my ass. He pulled me down just a bit, and I felt it slip into my asshole, causing me to gasp. With relief, I smiled, for it. “I’ll show you in a minute, but before I do, tell me how many orgasms you’ve had.”Diane grinned at his question. “I don’t know,” she answered with a blush. “There were too many to count.”“Did you have one while I was in your ass?”“Yes,” she muttered, almost too embarrassed to admit that she’d had anal sex.“Was it different from your vaginal orgasms?” he asked as he took another photo.“It was,” she answered as she thought about it. “It was stronger and, I think, it lasted longer.”“You want me to. " And then, as if we were two actors on the set of a movie, Whitney leaned forward, watching my face for a reaction until her eyelids fluttered closed moments before contact was made. The kiss was magical to say the least; time moving in slow motion as I tasted her lips and mouth while she tasted my own. I felt one of her hands touch my chest and then grab my shirt in her fist and pull my body tighter towards her own as our kiss deepened. Our heads tilting opposite of each other, she opened her.