I looked over Max’s ear and could see just the silhouette of Alex’s ear and hair.“Mmmm, that’s nice,” Max mumbled.“What is?” Alex said.�...�I feel Gene poking at me.”“You know what that means?”“He thinks I’m hot.”“No, it means he needs to pee.”“What?” Max woke up too loud and too quick. Sam groaned. There was a bump and a struggle -- actually several bumps and a half-dozen to spare. Max had flipped and was face to face with me. Alex pushed in tighter, and Max yelped to be pushed hard against my. She had him lie down on the massage table, opened the back of the smock and flipped a towel over Bob's ass, relieving his embarrassment. For the next few minutes she probed, squeezed and manipulated every muscle he knew of from the base of his spine to his neck, and several he hadn't known existed. During the procedure, she poured some hot oil into her palms and used it in the massage.Bob started to relax - he was beginning to see why his friend had recommended the massage.Dorothy worked on his. After dinner, they went into the living room and sat on the settee listening to music and chatting. Susan was flirting like mad with John and he responded. They were both becoming very touchy-feely as the conversation and wine flowed. At one point of the conversation, Susan unwittingly placed her hand on John’s leg, slowly edging towards his groin, before she caught herself on. She embarrassingly went into the kitchen hoping that she hadn’t scared John off. As she stood at the sink, her hands. ‘I don’t want you to. Give it to me.’ He did so, fucking her hard, making her cum three times this time before he reached his climax. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent, rolled on his back, pulled her beside him and held her close. ‘So much for going slower.’ Jasmine laughed, ‘I guess we can’t, we just gotta go full tilt.’ ‘Looks that way,’ he said tired, but happy. They lay together, entwined in each other’s embrace. Both dozed for a short time. He awoke feeling a hand slowly stroking.