.get on your hands and knees, present your ass to me.” He commanded. He was so gorgeous, so masculine. I was contemplating giving him a snog again. ...t would’ve been out of line but I wanted to run my hands through that dark hair of his once again. “Okay Shaun.” I got into position and he mounted the bed too. Why isn’t he getting the condoms? Where’s the lube? “Press your face into the covers, bite on to them. Don’t take them from out of your mouth until I say.” “Yes Shaun.” I don’t think I’m. She picks up my bottle, puts soap on her hands, and proceeds with exploring me. She starts with my back, moving her hands all over me. The sensation is so good, particularly because her hands feel like two hot massage stones. She finishes with my back, spending time on my ass, soaping all around it. She asks me to turn around, to rub my front. She starts at the top, taking care to soap my nipples at length, to my delight. She does my arms, soaping each finger individually. She moves down, to my. Firmly turning the handle, he pushed open the door to his livingroom and stepped inside.His mouth hung open in undisguised horror and his eyes seemed to glaze with disbelief as he stared at the lascivious sight that met his incredulous gaze. For a long moment, he had difficulty untangling the maze of wet, naked writhing bodies on the floor. He didn't recognize the dark-haired woman who was stretched out, naked and flat on her back, her legs obscenely spread to allow a stranger, a man he'd never. “Can you tell me ... how you know this?”Hope glanced at me. I nodded imperceptibly at her.“We found...” she said slowly, “we found his diary on his computer, and read ... a little of it. He talked about us some. About how he feels about us.”“Okay, okay,” Uncle Drake said. “Tell me this, then. Are you just talking about him making love to the two of you just one time, for ... basically symbolic reasons? Or are you talking about a long-term physical relationship between the three of you? Can I.