The Lady Golfer 6

'I'm coming,' I gasped, by way of a warning. Sandra fastened on and sucked harder and I shot my spunk into her mouth and throat, a wave of pure pleasure and love enveloping me. Then she surprised me again by licking my cock clean and finally giving me a sticky, salty kiss.

We lay together as my cock softened and I stroked her lovely body, a tender thank you for the pleasure she had given me.

'You touched my bottom,' she said, suddenly.

'You didn't like it?' I asked.

'You've never done it before.'

'No, I didn't know if you liked it.'

'I don't know,' she said, quietly. 'Look, Michael, I was going to talk to you about it but the right moment never came up.'

'Talk to me about... about your bottom?' I asked, mystified.

'Yes.' She raised herself on one elbow and looked at me. 'Have you done it before? Anal sex, I mean.'

'Yes,' I admitted, mildly embarrassed.

'And did you enjoy it?'

'Yes.'

'My ex-husband wanted to do it. And I never let him. Ever. It was about the only time I stood up to him