I must have given my fingers a real work out.”
I took her hand and sucked her fingers, “Let me taste.”
“Gil it was so real, I really did cum, I came a lot, my panties are soaked.”
She handed me her undergarment, which was what she had clutched in her hand. Anal sex Antonia Santiago, Patty O’Casey and me, Gil Roister, we played at my house each Saturday. “What can I do to help?” I asked. There used to be four of us but Cassandra’d moved to Georgia; we’d never replaced her. When we came and yes, we did come together, it was like molten lava flowing into me, hot, hot cream filling me, flooding me. Nothing more will happen until Ron passes away then, if she’ll have me we’ll be married. We’d played for several years but the game fell apart, Leon got sick and Judy and I got divorced. I was all for it, we started the next Saturday. This particular Saturday like I mentioned we’d had pizza. Drinks disbursed, we resumed play.
