“Right Sven, lie down on your back, Jan, you’re already as wet as Sven now is, Jan had rubbed some warm oil onto my shaft - ‘climb aboard.’”...And Pat, my wife of so many years that I’d thought I knew so well, did just that. Kneeling astride my midriff, she reached down tucked me into place and then slid straight down. All the way home.Delicious!Jan, by now recognised as the full-time Master of Ceremonies, said, “Come on Mike, we don’t want Sven subsiding.”I managed to keep a straight face, just.. I entered and closed the door. I stripped down and put on my sleeping boxers and a tee shirt. I pulled the covers back and lay down composing my body to sleep.A few minutes later, I saw a pale figure enter my room from the bathroom. It was Agnes and, if she wasn’t naked, she was close! “Move over, Eric.” I moved over to give her room. She crawled into bed and I saw that she was naked! She whispered again, “Eric, you’re wearing too much.” I was a little shocked but pulled the shirt over my head. Fuck. Fuck. I was entering a woman. This vagina had given birth to a child. Yet, it gripped my cock tight as I slowly pushed in. I dug my face into her neck and slowly started moving in and out. I was in heaven. Sex is something else. She was so wet. And soft.I moved up to kiss her as I moved in and out of her dripping vagina. We were both sweating. She held my head as we kissed and licked each other tongues. I slowly began picking up the pace and started fucking her hard. Just the thought that. “Me? The one boy in town who couldn’t take two paces without having done ten things wrong? I’m judgmental?”She looked away. “I knew you would take it that way.” She turned for the door again.I grabbed her arm and turned her around to look at me. “Answer my question, Faith,” I said, quietly, and surprisingly calmly.She stared at me with a touch of fear for a second. “It was Anna.”“Anna?” I asked. I hoped it wasn’t the Anna I was thinking of.Faith nodded. “Anna Begley. She was the first person to.