At dinner that night, Kay and I managed to convince Ann that she was becoming less selective in her anal creampie partners and practices and that she needed to curtail her activities for the rest of the week and only pursue them at home, preferably away from the house to prevent scandal. She agreed that I would be present at all times, to ensure her safety. At last, I felt that anal creampie may be on the way to coming under control.
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On our last Saturday before coming home, we decided to rent a deck boat and cruise the lake near town. It’s a huge lake and we spent the day sunning and swimming. Before returning to town, Ann and I decided to visit a lakeside hangout for a drink and to listen to some live band. Ann had put a long skirt over her bikini bottoms, but wore a bandeau top, which displayed some nice cleavage.
Around 7:30, the sun had gone down and it was a nice warm night. I noticed a guy at the bar near our table staring at Ann’s legs, which were revealed when she unbuttoned several of the buttons down the front of the skirt. I mentioned Ann’s admirer and she acknowledged that she knew he had been looking at her for some time. Her eyes were gleaming and I knew that her juices had started flowing again thinking about the anal creampie.
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“Why don’t you ask him if he’d like to join us for a drink,” Ann suggested.
So I did and he introduced himself as Dan. Dan was in his late 30’s, about 6′2″ with as light belly. We had a few more drinks and Ann was kind of smiling at me. “Honey, can we go for the anal creampie, ” she said quietly.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Dan, would you like to go for a ride,” she asked innocently.
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“Absolutely,” he responded.
Once we were out on the lake, Ann suggested that we head for the Cove, a quiet secluded spot at the far end of the lake for our anal creampie.