“l’ll be right back. I need to get something. Don’t starts without…Oh I forgot I guess you won’t be able to do that now.” Sara had to smil... at that. “Smart ass.” He returned shortly with an ice bucket without saying anything about it. “I want you to tell me what you were doing to yourself when I came in on you. What did your chat partner tell you to do?” Sara was taken back by this question. She wanted to separate them form the embarrassing moment when Mark had caught her in the act so to. She rubbed the oil over the skin of my tummy and down to my pelvis. I then felt her fingers move over my pussy as she rubbed my lips up and down. I opened my legs as she massaged my pussy lips for a while before moving back up my body. She drizzled oil onto my chest and then rubbed over my throat shoulders chest and boobs. She massaged my boobs with her hands and eventually she was gently pinching my hard nipples making me more horny. She then moved to my neck and throat and gently massage me. . BIG ones, wow. Simon, just wow ... Oh crikey, I need a feel of that thing...”She gently took his erection in her hand and stroked it as Simon groaned, then he pushed her hand away. “No, please,” he pleaded, shuddering from her touch.“Later...” she murmured to him.Meanwhile the other two guys quickly slipped off their briefs, hiding their erect penises as best as they could while their partners gazed intently at their groins.Denise giggled, “You lot are like schoolkids! Haven’t you ever seen. Filling the last bay was a large box that held windows glazed with chicken-wire reinforced glass, the glass oddly dark. With a small smile of self-congratulation, Lenore realized it was the paint-spraying area, and the windows weren't intentionally painted, but had collected overspray over the years.All around was bedlam and organized mayhem. Air tools were warbling, and hammers and other handtools were banging. A sizzling, popping sound came from the far corner, and actinic blue light.