Following extensive tests it was decided to perform another small operation which they hoped would bring some life to Richard’s genitals. Richard and I were married three months later following a hectic courtship in which we proved to be excellent mutual lovers, with Richard proving to be almost as insatiable as yours truly. “Are you sure mate?” Steve questioned his friend’s mentality at sharing me in that way. Steve was over the moon at the prospect of fucking me regularly, and completely understood Richard’s desire to watch as we fucked. “Does that mean we can never make love again?” I asked in trepidation, fearing the possible reply. He seemed to enjoy me, or more probably my bare boobs, being the centre of attention, and warned me each time a prospective dancing partner approached us. “Well it bloody wasn’t, and she is mine! Steve has proved to be a lovely friend to both of us and I often pose for his camera, with Richard watching and advising as to different poses.
