I couldn’t fall asleep. I thought of Jean, the woman who introduced me to anal and remembered the first time. I had given her two or three clitoral ...limaxes with my tongue (I love eating pussy, too) and had a raging hard on. I was about to mount her when she said, “Do you want to fuck me in my ass, honey?”It was an easy decision. I was forty years old and had never used the back door. I was curious about it, but before Jean, I hadn’t been with a woman who did anal. As it turned out, she really. When I began to pull up her skirt, bunching it in my hands, she started to turn – but I gently placed her hands back on the hood and shook my head, smiling. I pulled it up the sides of her bare thighs, over the swell of her hips, until I could see the black silk that covered her beneath. I dropped to my knees slowly, and brought my head down as far as I could. My tongue ran up the back of her thigh, over the salty, sensitive skin on the back of her knee…up, up, higher and further…so slowly. She. M. CST Henry Donaldson's Office, Chicago, ILAlice was just sitting down at her desk and beginning to go through her overflowing IN box when Henry stepped through the door looking for all the world like that 'thing' the cat dragged in.Alice gasped in surprise and blurted out, "Oh my God, Boss. Think some coffee will help at all?"Tossing out a sheepish grin while rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Henry replied, "Well, it certainly couldn't hurt. Some Aspirin might help too if you have any on. “Mick O’Dell, would you mind if I changed my last name to O’Dell?” Deb asked.“No. I don’t think Diana would mind either.”“No, I won’t,” my wife said gleefully.“Good! Oh, by the way,” Deb added. “Hang on to your socks. Can we please do a whole lot of consummating over the next few days. But Diana, I’ll make him wear rubbers. I don’t want to get knocked up before you are.”I looked at my soon to be wife and my current husband and smiled. I ran from the kitchen to retrieve my purse from the table.