“HUH? WHAT are you DOING?!” I exclaimed. “Relax”, came the response. Then I felt something between the smooth sweaty globes of my buttocks ...nd before I could fully comprehend what was going on or the implications, a slippery, soap-covered finger plunged all the way into butthole! “OH MY GOD!!! YOU CAN”T DO THAT!” I blurted, not believing what was going on. It was really weird and I was scared out of my mind, but the most disturbing thing was it actually felt, well… GOOD?! It started moving. “What did I miss?”“Nothing!” I declared emphatically. “She flirted, that’s all.”“If you call basically offering to fuck him senseless after taking a bubble bath together ‘flirting’,” Sandy said, barely suppressing her laughter.“That sounds like a proposition!” Fran replied.“Whatever you want to call it,” I replied, “nothing happened. First of all, it would have been against the rules. Second of all, I’m engaged.”“You weren’t when she first propositioned you!” Sandy smirked. “That was the night. " He sneered as he came closer to where I was lying."It itches. I just had to scratch there."Paul continued to walk closer to me until his large belly was pressing against the wooden table. I put him in his mid-fifties. He was tall but slouched at the shoulders when he walked. The bags under his eyes highlighted his exhaustion. He had deep wrinkles etched into his face. He was overweight and would sweat profusely under any physical exertion. He slipped his hand into my panties and felt my wet. Full, and tipped with huge, thick nipples, which were always guaranteed to get my attention.I ran my still sticky fingertips around her lips before pushing them softly into her mouth. Her hands came up, grasping my wrist as she held my fingers in place. Her tongue swirling around them, she emitted little mewling sounds as she longingly and eagerly slurped.Her eyes were now wide, alert, gazing right at me as she continued to clean my fingers.I saw the need in those big green peepers. I fixed my.