I was right behind her and I kissed and licked her neck. She moaned in great pleasure and turned around.She took my hand and led me to the living room... When we entered the living room, she pushed me onto the sofa. I watched as she undressed herself. When her boobs were finally free, my boner told me that I needed to fuck her nice and fast. She helped me take off my boxers as I stroked my built cock. We were now fully naked and pre-cum was oozing out of my hard cock. We both layed down and I got. I met Paul at Uni in Newcastle and we became lovers for two years, now he was back in touch and coming to town to visit. Of course I am married now, but being Paul, I took him for a drive and shagged him anyway.On the drive back into town he noted Cecile looking at some cars, 'Now there's a Pig I would fuck', I looked and laughed, 'She's not a pig, Paul, she's a traffic warden, then I went on to tell him about her.Over coffee he asked to meet her, but I suggested he try something first, as a. The room was still dark, my head still hurt, but now I heard voices above and behind me. I felt a cool cream being spread on my sore asshole thinking to myself, good, my fraternity brothers have come to my rescue and are attending to me, until I heard: “I tell you he's out like a light. You know how he gets when he drinks – he won't wake up until the morning and he won't remember, or certainly, feel a thing. Chuck and I fucked him an hour ago; he's got the tightest, hottest hole you've ever. I like to be able to remember them. Don’t worry, I’m not a creep. I don’t even post on social media. But I actually do this for another much more important reason... I show her the picture on my phone. She giggles at the image of herself and Wingman. Actually, it’s a pretty decent photo, if I do say so myself.Here’s that reason:“I can send it to you, if you like? What’s your number?”Bingo, got her number just like that. I text over the photo. She takes a snap of me, didn’t even ask, as I was.