In the process, he pushed my briefs down below my ass and I could feel my cock and balls swinging freely while he kneaded me.On each down stroke, his ...ands started to run further over my ass. With deft movements, he repeatedly pulled my cheeks apart, then squeezed them together before returning to my back. The warm massage oil ran down my crack and I could feel it dribble onto my asshole. Knowing it was now fully exposed, I involuntarily clenched my hole as the oil ran over it. I began to. "Hello?" I said."Steve, are you guys coming out to my house today?" The kids never called my sister or me Aunt Betty or Uncle Steve; it was always Betty and Steve. I thought I'd tease her and said, "Gee, Sandy, we aren't coming out today cause we have to clean out Nana's garage." Really?" Sandy asked with sadness in her voice."Nah, I'm just messing with you. We'll be over in an hour or so," I said."Ha ha, Steve, I didn't believe you for a minute," she replied."Did so," I said. "You totally. Anita bucked and twisted like a woman possessed. During our frantic actions, Ana self lubricated her asshole from her pussy juices; it glistened with the moisture and looked so inviting. Then I knelt between her legs and lifted her sexy body to make her asshole an easier target. I inserted my finger and proceeded to spread her nectar around to lubricate her very tight rosebud. I needed to shove my now desperate hardened cock as trouble free as possible into that nice tightened rear hole…Ana’s. Loud and clear she said, "Hi Daddy! We're having a little trouble at mini-golf. The manager kicked us out because we brought the lunch that Lauren made us. He told us that outside food wasn't permitted even though there were lots of other people eating lots of other outside food too ... Uh huh ... He even threatened to call the cops on us and called us snot-nosed brats."The manager winced painfully."Yes, Daddy. We're leaving now, Daddy."By this time we were in the parking lot, heading for the.