" He rubs the excess oil into my hips and spreads it down my legs to dissipate the excess. "Lift your hips and spread your legs so I can get the re...t of it." he says matter-of-factly. I comply before thinking it through. After I raise my hips, he spreads my cheeks and rubs the massage oil into my rosebud, circling it sensuously. I moan in pleasure, pressing my mouth into the table to suppress the sound. The music plays a melody in the background with a steady beat. I concentrate on it. When his eyes had cleared enough, he looked up at his alarm clock and noted the time: 11:30 AM. “SHIT! I missed work today!” he bellowed as he rolled out of bed and immediately fell to the floor.The thirty-year old cursed at himself as he attempted to rise to his feet and failed miserably. On his second try, he was able to stand up, but his legs wouldn’t let him move.“DAMMIT! Why the Hell did I drink so much last night?” he asked himself as he wobbled his way to the bathroom.As he staggered. I started to harden instantly. We finished our coffee and I raced out to the kitchen and returned with glasses containing hot and iced water. We started to experiment with hot and cold mouths on various body parts until we were both keen to fuck again. With Jenny lying on her back I placed her feet on my shoulders and entered her pussy slowly with my cock. We fucked slowly with a steady rhythm for about five minutes until I could sense another of Jenny's orgasms on the way. I increased the pace. One summer years ago we went three weeks without the trash man emptying our recycling bin. He took the trash and the compost, but for some reason he'd objected to taking our recyclables. My wife was irate. She called the waste management folks after he'd gone off and left us with a full bin the first time and been told there was something in the bin which wasn't recyclable. So she went out there and sorted through it - item by item. She found something way down at the bottom which, sure enough,.