Bea had made sure of that and made sure all the doors were locked. I was placed on the bed face down with just a towel across my arse; I then enjoyed ... long sensual massage at the hands of Bea.I was asked to turn over and found that Bea had dispensed with her wrap and was now naked apart from the heels. My cock was already stiff but now it was rock solid, the sight off Bea’s amazing firm large breasts was the reason for that. Bea concentrated on my chest and legs with her fantastic long. He wanted to see if she smelled that good everywhere, and he wanted to taste her. Ally spoke up first, "Sooo, what should we do? Are you hungry?" Matt responded, "Not really, I guess we could head in though." "Ok" But neither of them moved. "Your pictures don't do you justice." "Yours either." "They're even bigger than I thought!" Matt said, motioning towards Ally's breasts. "Mmm, you haven't even seen them in their full glory yet" Ally teased, then licked her. Ashley is a friend I made through other mutual friends. We often find ourselves at the same parties, hangouts, and bars. She likes to have fun too but is much more competitive than I am. Her competitiveness has led to her continuing professional success, climbing the ladder in the back offices of the bank where she works. She loves sports, from golf to softball. She loves to win and hates to lose. When we play games at a party or bar, I play to have fun; she plays to conquer.It all started with. Much to her social-dismay, she was cursed with glasses and late development, though she had a self-proclaimed 'old soul' that made up for her....subdued outward qualities. Prancing to my truck, her skinny legs and freckled face were the only skin I could see, her pony-tail bouncing from side to side. "Why did she look so cute to me now? If I were her age, I'd probably pass her up for a prettier girl... just as most of the boys her age had done," I thought as she jumped in. With my mind.