He usually started with my lower back but that night he started with my shoulders. He used a different lotion, one that made my skin tingle as he mass...ged it into my pores. Instead of the cooling, soothing effect of the medicinal ointment, that cream created a deep, penetrating heat as he massaged me. He alternated between powerful relaxing strokes to gentle, feather-like caresses that had my pussy juices flowing like water over Niagara Falls."Oh, Billy…that feels heavenly. What is that stuff?". Her hips were broad and wiggled hugely as she walked, especially when she thought any boys were watching. Which, to be fair, they usually were!She was having a party to celebrate her parents being away for a weekend, and the house was being looked after by a man friend of theirs who, Samantha said, fancied her. She had invited about a dozen girls of our class at school, and around ten boys. I got permission from Mum to stop over at Samantha's that night, and three of the other girls had done. She tried to escape but couldn’t stop my pace.She giggled at random.That made me horny.Wow her breasts!The finest pair of sponges. They were very soft.I slowly pushed her T-shirt up her boobs.Omg!They were were majestic and fleshy.Poor prettier tried very very hard she started to kick her legs and move left and right to escape.But all gone vain.The moon made me horny.It gave silvery metal coat over her breast and made her wheatish areoles shine.One second I took my hand over her and just stared. Marc is an old friend, we have jacked off together and I've jacked his cock and sucked him a few times. We hadn't played together in some time, but when I spoke with him about the prospect he was into it. So I sent him a text and he said he was free for a couple hours and could come by. I texted him Carla's address and he was there about 10 minutes later. Marc is 42, about 5'8", 160 pounds, solid build, he's moderately hairy, has a very nice, 7" cut cock that he keeps totally shaved. We were.