The very day after I had allowed by son to f**k me in the arse, I found myself calling on Anne. I just had to tell her what Frank and I had got up to and to tell her that I had promised Frank he could f**k me in my bottom any time he liked just as long as he did it WITHOUT asking. I thought the risk element of that would appeal to Anne's sense of fun.
As soon as I arrived I started to tell my tale whilst Anne fixed us a drink. She showed me out onto her garden patio, where we sat and I finished my story in all its glorious, filthy detail. As I expected, and hoped, Anne was engrossed and thoroughly approving of my decision to let Frank f**k me, although she couldn't quite understand the fact that I wouldn't let him f**k my p***y on the grounds that that would be disloyal to my husband.
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