I simply started probing Karen’s asshole with my finger as her muffled protests continued. xxx Then, Ann started doing things she hasn’t ever done before. As I continued to simmer, I muttered to myself, “OK, I’ll play her game, but this time I’m going to play to win, this time it won’t be a spur of the moment thing, this time, I’ll be ready.”
I suspected that Karen would not talk to me again, but I was wrong. Early this summer, Karen’s husband, Bill, went on a week long business trip. A few slow strokes and all seven thick inches of my cock were buried in Karen’s silky tunnel. By the time the horizon began to lighten, I was surprised how many times I’d cum that long long night. It was time for me to take what I’d been thinking of all summer long.
