She started trembling and contracting her buttocks. As I worked up and on to her left thigh she started to slowly spread her legs again so that her feet were off the edge of the table and I could get a slight glimpse of her slightly swollen lips. Anal sex She always seemed to have a good story to tell every time I saw her. I took all my internal strength to keep my hands from going directly to her ‘sore’ butt. I had so much lubricant rubbing around her anus that when she lifted her hips from the table, my slippery pinkie finger entered her tight anus; tight even for a pinky finger. Jim was 5 or 6 years older. I didn’t let on that I knew she was just over a small but pleasant release and then I slowly removed my finger and glove, and continued massaging her hips and then her feet and back up to her thighs.
