I briefly considered covering up with the towel before deciding it would be impolite. Instead I laid on the towel.Taking the oil, she carefully warmed...some between her hands before starting on my feet. I groaned softly. She was better than “pretty good.” My entire spine and scalp lit up with her first strokes, and I started tingling between my thighs. Her hands next went to my right calf and thigh, then left calf before gingerly approaching the sore left thigh. She was very gentle here, hardly. So, we talked, and we cuddled a little. And a little more. For a shy girl presumably without much experience, she was one hell of a kisser. I wondered about that. We spent hours, it seemed like, just kissing. Then, one Sunday afternoon, I moved my hand up to her breast. She jumped."What are you doing?" Touching you." Why?"Huh? OK, I know she didn't mean that literally. After all, no one who kissed like she did could be unaware of what other fun possibilities there might be. She really meant, I. As she fell she grabbed on to Serena for support, and without conscious intent ended up with a handful of the taller woman’s breast. That did it; a moment later Serena had wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and Marie was standing on her tiptoes to stick her tongue into Serena’s mouth. After a couple minutes of this torrid and sweaty embrace, Marie pulled away just enough to get her mouth on Serena’s boobs, as she’d been waiting to do for what seemed like hours. She only had to lean over. Another 10 inch black cock moved slowly in and out of my well lubed ass also, moving in unison with the other penis. I controlled the pace, both of my hands full as I gripped two of my biggest, black dildos that I owned and masturbated. It felt so good and I looked down at my pussy, my lips swollen and glistening with my wetness. Even though I had sex almost every day of my life, I still found the time to play with toys or to rub my clit, sometimes more than once a day, if I could do so. As a.