“Yes. I move in and out of you, my fingers sliding easily in and out of the very well lubricated cavity. Anal sex “Why don’t you go outside and play with the other kids?” I toy, still not looking away from the images on the television set. You moan slightly at the sight of it. If I don’t do this now, I won’t last one thrust inside you. “Is that true?” you ask, now playing with the frayed crotch of your shorts. Your hands quickly find your large, perky breasts and begin to tweak the now hardened nipples. “Yes. I had spent many early mornings before rubbing my tool with hand lotion and imagining you with your hands in your most intimate hole. You begin to rub it all over your chest as if it were lotion. The large picture windows of the apartment made it difficult for us to escape the gloomy, overcast skies around us. We’re sweaty, it’s raining outside. Your whole expression suddenly changes as a devilish twinkle appears in your eye. You are being wiped clean by wave after wave of pleasure.
