He could see also the wet spot beginning to get bigger in the crotch. I shifted again in my seat, so he could get a good look at my tits…Then I took...the oil and started to rub it on my legs, arms and belly.I made sure to rub over my tits, making my nipples so very hard.I knew he was staring at me on the corner of his eye. I offered him something to drink; but he said he was fine.Then I asked him to make me a huge favor; begging him to rub some oil on my back. He moved closer and she leaned over. There would be no tenderness or pretense that we were making love. I was staking my claim on her. She was on her knees in front of me with her ass and pussy lifted high making her totally vulnerable to the full power of my brutal onslaught. At this moment it was as though I was a wild stallion about to mount and breed his mare. The head of my massive cock found the soft wet opening of her now fully flooded pussy and with no thought of tenderness or gentleness I drove the full length of my rigid. Later, some of us went for a nude swim and then there were with others on the pool patio on chaises as we made love with them.”“Do you ever get tired of it? The sex?”“NO!” Alice said firmly and grinned. “I can’t get enough of it. I’d do it all day long but for the men need to rest, and we do need to work and do a few other things to live reasonably in spite of our large polyamorous marriage between everybody. You have to recognize that I’m compensating for having been raised in a highly. Inhaling deeply, I locked the car and entered the house.In the living room, the CD player was playing Belafonte. Not my favorite artist, but he was excellent for setting a mood. I turned out the lamp and took my package down the hallway to our bedroom. Half a dozen votive candles (vanilla scented) revealed that Jeanine had gotten a head start. I grinned at the sight.Each ankle was wrapped in a Velcro cuff. A bungee cord connected a D-ring on each cuff to the brass posts on either side of the.