Neither of us wants to be the first to speak but the silence is comfortable. Oddly familiar. Your hand has gone to my ass and has slipped between my a...s cheeks. I can feel your finger pressing against me. It feels tight and a little scary. This has been your fantasy for so long – to fuck a woman in the ass. It has been my fantasy too but I have been a little dishonest with you. In our chats I have always sounded as if I have been butt-fucked before. I haven’t. Nobody has been there before – it. "Then three more years before you graduate." You're worth the wait," he said smiling.Marsha felt a warm glow descend over her. It had been a long time since someone had complimented her like that."I can write and then there's e-mail so we won't be totally out of touch." I'll look forward to hearing from you and that you are okay." I'll get word to you as soon as we land," she assured him.With that there was a tight embrace, a lingering passionate kiss and Marsha, reluctantly, bid him. The pilot, if he is a pilot, points at the ceiling (there are holes in the ceiling, which open up to the sky) and says he should be up "there." I gather he's missed his flight. He has a beautiful cock: long and thick and circumcised and erect. I can't wait to wrap my lips around it."How did you know I liked girls?" he says. By girls he means gurls.I say something like: "I could see it in your eyes."There are several men in "my" apartment. Seated in odd-shaped forest-green chairs with slanting. ’ I said, grabbing Eleanor’s hips once more and driving up into her. I heard both women laugh softly. As Eleanor fell upon me I leaned down and grabbed one of her nipples in my mouth again. Then, in the space between those breasts, I said, ‘I’m not sure… Let me think about it some more.’ After a minute or two of this delight, I pulled back and turned my head towards my wife. Six months ago Nella, while she hadn’t been a prude, certainly wasn’t anything like this open-minded creature of love,.