Franchesca lay there in bed staring at the fire thinking of Eric. She let her robe fall open and let the warmth of the fire dry her hair. It hung down...off the edge of the bed. She lifted her legs and parted them. She found herself getting very horny thinking of him. Her hand moved in between her crack. She slid in a couple of fingers, lightly stroking herself, thinking of him. She bit down on her bottom lip and closed her eyes as she fingered herself. She played with her little clit until it. Moving back behind my wife, I untied the lower strap of her top and took it off completely. I pushed her forward so she was lying down on her stomach and started rubbing the oil onto her lower back. I worked my way down her spine to her tight little bottom and then gently tugged at her bikini bottom so she would lift her hips and allow me to take it off. She understood and was soon totally nude and glistening from a mixture of oil and sweat. As my hands slid over the muscles of her ass, I. I looked at her as if she was crazy."He's not stupid, you know," she continued. "I'm sure he knows about us; certainly he knows about our powers, since he was there when we prevented his kidnapping. More importantly, he knows what all the girls need and who is giving it to them. Mark my words; he will ask you someday soon to wake up his little girl's powers. It's either you or him, and he can't take that chance." I groaned as she laughed at me. God, those two girls had felt so good snuggled up. Lisa allowed her hands toroam over Bob's bare back and was surprised as to the smoothness of hisskin. Feeling Bob's hardon through his jeans made Lisa want to release itfrom its binding cage. She backed away and reached for the snap on hisjeans and with both hands she released it and slid the fastener on hiszipper down to its bottom point. All this activity was under the watchfuleye of Tasha who now had her hands inside of her panties and was rubbingher now erect clit. Bob's jeans fell to.