Same with my asshole. Inquiring minds want to know.” “Well, Connie, I’m holding up OK. Maybe it will provide some background as I decide what’s next.”
We sipped our drinks as some talking head delivered the reality of all the bad things happening everywhere. A bit over half full and not a soul seemed to have taken any notice of our antics. As he returned and went through the kitchen door, I could see Carla on her ass fucking table, getting her ass reamed by some guy. Same with my asshole. There was no one whispering, no furtive over-the-shoulder glances, no finger pointing. Then the drool started. I only had one more of Connie’s requests and then I was free. They can withstand hours of constant fucking. I started with some tentative, gentle kisses on her mouth, cupping her boob in my hand. Want to watch some TV?” “You’re welcome to turn it on. She sat quietly, obviously lost in thought.
