“Harry you’ll have me blushing!” Jean giggled, stroking Harry’s arm.Jean was wearing quite a low cut tight top, which was displaying ample amo...nts of cleavage, which the guys kept glancing at and Jean was revelling in the attention.“If you were my wife, there’s no way I would leave you in a room full of sex starved men!” another one of guys drawled, buttering up Jeans ego.“Ross you’re encourageable!” she giggled “I’m sure you guys are not sex starved. I bet you all get plenty of action!” she. It’s nestled between cliffs that make it almost invisible. Perfect. There are a few rocks on which to sunbathe, as well as a beach with the softest sand you can imagine. There’s a tide pool too, full of small creatures.It was on this perfect day in a perfect setting, when I sat on a rock and stuck my bare feet into the warm sand. I was so happy I decided to sing one of my happy songs. I have mournful songs too, but I save those for stormy days. Gray days when the wind, rain and waves lash at. I knew I had to get out of there now. I drove home thinking about that little girl and how great that pussy must be. I was sure it was still tight even with him fucking her every night. I was giving myself a hard-on. On the first of the next month I didn't get my rent check so by the 10th I called .She answered the phone and told me she thought I would pick it up. I needed the money so I told her I would be over Friday night. Thinking her husband would be home. I got to the apt. about 8:30 and. She had me lie face down on a couch and gently applied grape seed oil to my back and legs. Her hands then began to work their magic, her touch was sometimes firm and some times feather light as she explored every inch of me. Every so often she stopped to give my bottom a playful slap. After a certain time she asked me to roll over a lie on my back. She applied some warm oil to my breasts, legs and pussy. Her hands then slowly glided over me as she first paid attention to one breast flowed by.