It started out as a light suggestion in the back of my mind of someone groping my breasts. Pretty quickly, that sensation turned and became more inte...se as I dreamed of someone tweaking and pulling at my nipples and I could feel my dreamself becoming aroused as the hands moved more and roughly in the right spots, yet gently at the same time. I know that I was conscious of my husband pressed against my back in the standard spoon position that we have adopted as our own, but I was still firmly. It all seemed their plan all along as they started belly dancing to the tune. I sat there watching all this as they showed off their curves and navel and my tool was saluting them all along.After some steamy belly dancing, Riya got hold of my cock this time and started stroking my penis. She applied some oil too for the easiness and they two seemed to do it like professionals.While Riya was busy with my cock, Sneha was massaging me from the back and kissing all over and got to my neck area. A piece of rolled-up paper slid out, and he caught it, placing the container on the grass and then opening up the document. It wasn’t paper, it was something older, yellowed parchment that was faded and cracked in places. It was covered in undecipherable runes that seemed to have been drawn haphazardly across the page. It was a jumbled mess, he couldn’t make out a single Latin character, never mind anything that he could actually read.“Whatever language this is, I can’t read it,” he. Clint was still standing, my ass in the air, I was in heaven, what a felling, I wanted him to fill my ass. Just then out of the corner of my eye I saw Sandy, her dress was off and she had her hand under her panties rubbing her self, what was going on, was she enjoying this, what was happening. “Play with it for me”, Sandy said, “Kimmy, play with that cock of yours”. Shit she was turned on by it. I started playing with myself as Clint fucked me, the harder he fucked me, the harder I jerked my.