I ask you to lie face down, your head on the pillow. The room temperature is perfect, but as I reach for the oil I see that your body is covered in go...se bumps, not from the cold but from the anticipation of the forth coming massage. I check to the temperature of the oil by pouring a small amount into my hand. Your eyes are closed. Without warning I hold the bottle above the middle of your back and pour several large drop lets onto the middle of your back. You react with a start, before. Finding a sculptured bench on the inside edge of the pool Jenee laid on it with her eyes closed thinking she could stay there forever.Her eyes flew open hearing a noise, Jenee sat up slipping in the oil. Hank what are you doing here she gasped. Hank grinned sitting down at the side of the pool next to Jenee "looking for you, I bet your as slippery as an eel right about now." Jenee blinked at Hank "what are you doing?" Hank stripping off his clothes laughed "taking a bath, I think we need. I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth and suck it gently. This gets her excited and she rubs my cock a little faster and harder over my pants. I stand up to have a peek around, just making sure nobody is near. We are in luck and everyone is at their desks, we are still alone. I reach my hand down and push the hem of her skirt up about midway up her thigh. I lean down again and slide my hand up her beautiful thigh to the bottom of her panties. I lift her skirt up to take a peek of her. We were there in September, the beginning of summer.One of the more saddening stories of the quake was the near total destruction of the small ship yard and the deaths of its principal investors and staff. There was a nearly completed steel hulled schooner, launched but still fitting out when the quake struck.It was sitting in the mud of the Ahuriri Estuary tidal basin and had been written off as a total loss by the insurers. The looters hadn’t gotten around to scavenging it yet.I approached.