While pressing the area one my fingers went inside her underarms. It was completely damp there. The wet feeling and the kinky smell was making me horn.... I told her that I should massage the area or it will swell in the morning. She agreed and stretched herself on the kitchen platform. I started massaging the affected area. She was wearing a half sleeves t-shirt and tight leggings. I could still get the smell of her underarms. I felt my dick getting stiff. The last thing I wanted was a hard on. " I slapped it down and looked, told him it was "heads" and picked up the coin."S'all right," my friend said, "I'm used to Milly nohow. Like 'em with a bit more meat on the bones,, " and he left to shoo her up the stairs for a quick one. When he got back, smiling and hitching up his britches, I slid my hand across Patrice's smooth back and asked if she would like to do a little bed dancing. She smiled, grabbed my hand and hauled me up to the room Milly and George had just abandoned. The bed was. We all wanted something to do. We all loved the water and sunning but also knew and desired more from life. In the morning, we crossed the bridge into Lisbon. Soon, we found people and they were friendly!It was a relief to be met by friendly signs from a couple, a man and a woman.We found that the group was about twenty people loosely organized. They hadn't experienced the issues we had to the east. After living in Atlanta and the last five years on the Mediterranean coast, thinking of the. " Yeah, let’s go." he replied urgently, "I don’t want to waste this heavy load."I slowly stood up and led him by his rigid cock behind the bushes to a small, grassy hollow that I’d used so many times before with other guys when being fucked, the hollow being completely shielded from the path by the thick foliage."Here, spread some of this on your cock." I told him as I took the tube of KY gel from my bag, and then laid back on the grass with my knees bent and splayed wide apart, "Now, come down.