About 4:00pm I went to the kitchen with Sofia to help prepare the smörgåsbord. We couldn’t exactly replicate all of the foods, but we found reason...ble alternatives. We couldn’t get the traditional «julmust» soft drink, so we substituted the closest thing that I knew - root beer.Sofia drafted Stavros and my wives pitched in to get everything to the table in the dining room. We called all our guests to come and get their food, and everyone spread out around the house to eat. Bethany had felt it. I need to feel his hands touching more of my body. So I stood up and placed my back against his body so I could shake and rub my ass on his cock. He reached around and pulled me tighter to him. He was getting more and more into things and not caring that he was feeling his friend’s body and playing with my dick. He probably even knew that he was going to be sliding his cock into his friend’s ass and just didn’t care anymore. Things felt to right to fight the feeling. He already knew I wanted to. " Whew!" Beth sighed. "I was afraid that I was going to have to do something complicated!" Uh uh," Candace advised. "For you, tactics can be summed up in three words -- DON'T CHICKEN OUT! Lon will undoubtedly handle everything else..."After cleanup, it was pool time; the boys jumped in for some disorganized grab-ass while the women settled themselves in a loose cluster at about neck-deep to relax and gab. Lon, Rick, and Toby were doing this dunk-tag thing, using the women as an obstacle to hide. I'd like to offer others an easier way to increase their skill level and their appreciation and enjoyment as well."I didn't want to say anything more to her about that, because I didn't want to destroy her good mood. She was obviously happy with the direction her thoughts were taking her with this golf academy idea. I still liked the idea of being able to play on a course where nobody else could slow you down or bother you. The way she was describing things, we'd be lucky to get any good.