So we stripped down in the middle of the crowd which seemed to be growing bigger all the time. That's when someone started pouring baby oil over the t...o of us. "We don't want it to be too easy," someone called. With the oil came the assistance of many hands to rub the oil in. They paid particular attention to my balls and cock and I didn't mind. Some of the hands belonged to strangers and not all were women's hands, but it felt good and I watched as Jake received the same treatment. My cock. "Don't you think it's a bit too late for that?" Doc said as he noticed where she was looking and shifted a little nervously to hide his hardening desire."Your belt. I think the buckle might just be small enough." Small?" The belt buckle, silly. Take it off and hand it to me." Okay, but no laughing if my pants fall down." Deal. Just hurry. Ramon will be back soon."With one hand, Doc Mayfield fumbled with the buckle on his belt. He got it unfastened and began to pull it out of his pants. It came. None came. "Will you... touch them?" I'm sorry," she said, "but this is too weird for me."It took some time to get back on course with our relationship afterthat. Nevertheless, it was not as difficult as one might expect. Weloved each other, that was certain. We were attracted to each other,certain as well. We were also sure that the world was big, that humanimagination was endless. There were many things for us to explore thatwould touch us in certain ways, and though it remained unspoken,. "Like this?" she asked, taking hold of the back of the hard-backed chair and leaning forwards as she spread her feet wide apart, arching her back at the same time, her tremendous chest thrusting out provocatively."Oh fuck," Mitch mumbled under his breath as a shiver of excitement tripped down his spine like the keys of a xylophone. His mother was a natural when it came to this, and he watched in wonder as she sensually whipped her head to the side, making her honey-blonde hair fall wildly about.