I was best man at his wedding. Sorry to say Jeff and I had some troubles just after he married Kate. Thank goodness that was resolved and all three of...us are the best of friends now. I am 62 195 pounds and work out as well and compete as a body builder. I am well built with a muscular body including legs, arms chest to a washboard stomach. I hope everyone isnt thinking I am bragging I am just proud of my body since I work hard on it. Both of my parents are born in this country. By the way I am. As we got dressed Rachel commented, “Nobody has ever done that to me, you have raised the bar. Someday, hopefully you can tell me where you learned how to do that.”Driving over to Sue’s house, Rachel kept looking at me in a way that made me nervous.“What are you thinking?” I asked.“Do not know where to start” she replied, “I seduced a k**, that I have know since adolescence, who actually fucked me better than I have ever been fucked before. And…did things to me that were only fantasies of. I want all of you to do at least 30 minutes of aerobics a day. You will wear only the smallest and tightest leotards and will exercise in the living room. If anyone or I watch you will not protest, in fact it will excite you. You will act as if you don't realize they are even there. And while we are talking about exercising, that brings me to rule number three. I want each of you to become proficient in dance, stripping that is," he leers at us. "Each bedroom will have a full size mirror which. Losing him isn't an option. This man that was fucking me is not only my hot lover, he is my best friend. I can't imagine life, sexually or otherwise, without him in it. He shifted positions a bit so he could get as deep as possible inside of my eager pussy. Then he picked up his pace and began fucking me hard and deep. I spread wide and let him fuck me hard. It feels so good. Pounding inside of me, I felt it start. A big wave of an orgasm built faster than normal, and he was fucking me really.