I introduced us, Carol my wife and Dick. We made small talk about the beauty of the lake. You asked them if they'd like some wine? They nodded yes. Yo... poured for all of us. When you gave them their glasses you brushed up against them. We sat around drinking wine. You were sitting on a padded bench, your legs spread and your labia glistening in the sun. Your nipples were poking through your skimpy top. Tom asked if we'd like to smoke some pot? We said, "We'd love to." He rolled a few joints. His whole body had become incredible sensitive. As Paul stood next to Miss Hardcase, the smell of her perfume was becoming a real turn on. The back of his neck felt electrified as the hair on his head grew down and brushed pass his shoulder blades. "What's going on?" Paul thought as Miss Hardcase ran her hand over Paul's narrower waist and tweaked his nipple. The action was like striking a match throughout his body and brought him to orgasm. It was only then that he actually felt the full. My mother really didn't know where to look or what to do. Fortunately I had given her explicit instructions. When you meet them no handshakes, kisses, kisses on the lips, you get some tongue, you give back some tongue! Mom gave Trudi a little kiss but got big kiss back. Karl laid one on her, as his hand slide down her ass.A very flustered mom turned and asked me to help her in the kitchen. I steered Trudi over to the love seat and put Karl on the sofa. And then I went to the kitchen to listen. Under the right conditions — if I can be made to feel like it’s coerced or forced, which of course it never actually is — I can come just from tonguing someone’s ass. On the other hand, it’s probably the most vanilla of my kinky fetishes, which should give you an idea just how perverted I really am.”“Which part do you like best?” Kathryn inquired with an aroused gleam in her eye. “Is it the submissiveness, that most people consider it particularly dirty even though you call it vanilla, or that.