Now, her body writhed uncontrollably, and every part of it seemed to be rocked by straining movement. Well, every part save her hands, which remained ...ocked over her head. She brought her knees up slightly, spreading herself wide for the benefit of my grinding fingers. Her chest pressed longingly up against my mouth, and when I naturally encircled her waist with my right arm, I found that her entire body was being supported by the bottom of her rump on the forward edge of the couch and the top. He slowly inserted his finger into her butt. While explaining the importance of doing it slow. "Doctor?" My wife whimpered. "My husband wants to have anal sex with me so could you show him with a penis instead of a finger?" Anna said as she slid her gown down exposing one of her boob just past her nipple. The doctor looked at me. I nodded yes. He took a deep breath and said ok. He started to take out his cock but before he did I told him to stop. He looked at me worried. "Anna can you reach. I had to be Mike. It was a war going on within me, a war for my cock. Mike's was the harder cock, Bob's the one that would have sought the pussy. “These girls are beginning to bore me,” Patrick said. “Yeah,” me too. “I'm still angry, but at the same time I don't even care.” “Get out of here, girls.” Patrick said. There was a little table in the corner and a couple of chairs. We each sat in one and began talking. Actually, there was a lot to talk about. As you can tell, this whole Shay's thing. I enjoyed every moment of it. I had become involved with Jack Johnson soon after he moved next door to our town home. My name is Beth and my husband is Tom. He is almost completely engrossed in his computer activities so I have been having an affair with Jack for months now. The first inkling that Tom knew what was going on came one morning when I thought he was at his job. He wasn't. Jack and I were in my bedroom on the bed having our usual morning fuck. This morning he was ramming his 8.