Pam and I are beginning to feel aroused as his fingers slipped in the back of our bikini bottoms. When he finishes, it is our turn.“Okay, Bruce, now...it is our turn,” I say, squirting lotion onto my palm and then onto Pam’s palm.Pam and I rub the lotion onto his back, massaging as we move downward. Our fingers find their way in the back of Bruce’s trunks and we massage his butt cheeks as we each slide our other hand around to his chest and tease his nipples with our fingers.“Girls, this is not. Even professors in my college drop their jaws sometimes on seeing her.I usually get an instant hard on in my pants whenever i used to see her and regularly masturbate in the night thinking of her assets.As days passed we became good friends and started exchanging our numbers and started texting in the evening hours.One fine day i was in a lusty mood while texting and decided to make a try on her. She said good night and i replied “good night matum thana”. For which she asked what else do you. As my orgasm approached, I began trying to clench my ass cheeks. The girls could feel it as they held my legs spread apart. Jess responded by taking her big toe on one foot and lodging it in my ass crack. It caused me to jerk, but I continued my masturbating.My groan as my orgasm hit (or rather, tried to) was loud enough to startle Brent. My face contoured and I tried to pull my legs closed as the ache in my balls flooded in. The two girls, however, held me in place, spread eagle, until I. I could smell the pussy juice and always equated it with spanking. Over the years I had always gone in to see Mrs. Wickersham when I visited home. She always greeted me happily and then she gave me the spanking both of us wanted. I got hard and filled my shorts with spunk and she got creamy and made her panties wet. It was something of a ritual for us. It had continued even after I married Serena. It lasted until Mrs. Wickersham moved to another town and that was the end of the good times for.