Holding his breath, he slowly turned to confront the person sleeping next to him.The face was still Mandy's, beautiful even in sleep. Her face hadn't ...ltered at all. He lifted the bedcovers to see if her body had changed at all. The soft, curvy body was just as he recalled it from the previous night."Good Morning, Paula." said Mandy in a sleepy voice.Paul hastily dropped the covers. Mandy just giggled, "Yep. we did it all right. It wasn't a dream."She lifted the covers and stared at Paul's. I'll buy some suntan oil." I've got something that works just as well. And tastes better." He went over to his pack and pulled out a small bottle. "Olive oil. Extra virgin." Hmmm," I said skeptically. He poured a goodly measure of the olive oil in his cupped hand and rubbed it on my breasts. It felt like satin as his hands moved over my nipples. The towel was loose around his waist and his half-erect penis and testicles poked out. What a wonderful way to wake up! A hot afternoon with a breeze,. It was he who taught her that there was more, much more, to sex than the simple missionary position that her mother had tearfully explained. She had been nervous and afraid when she had first gotten into bed with her new husband, even though she loved him so deeply, but by the next morning she had become an eager student of the Frank Sheridan School For Advanced Fucking. It had been simply wonderful, and she would do anything her horny husband would ask.Blowjobs had been one of the first things. I was doing the same. There was just the sound of our breathing and the softest murmur from her: All we were doing back there was kissing, yeah, kissing, and a little bit of discreet touching. That carried so much erotic force for me, and the suggestion that other things would most certainly follow, wow, and then Roger pulled up into the yard, past the huge old farmhouse, and parked the car back by the barn where my mom wanted it. He got out, and they said goodnight, and went into the house,.