The sobs slowly dried up. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ I kissed her, intending a light touch. I got hot lips and a probing tongue. After a very long minute... she relaxed against me. I said, ‘Things must be improving. I didn’t deserve that, but you are a hell of a kisser. Do I get more?’ I thought about the ice cream melting as she pushed me down the hall toward my bedroom. Seconds later, she was naked, saying, ‘I am severely neglected. If you are still feeling helpful, take your clothes off and get in. John poured nice warm oil on my ass and began to massage my ass.Nice tight ass too he said as he worked the oil into my ass massaging it thoroughly. It felt really good. I thought to myself I can't remember the last time my husband even grabbed my ass let alone fucked me.It seemed like John spent at least ten minutes massaging my ass. Then he poured warm oil onto my back. John spent another ten minutes on my back and shoulders.OK Anita turn over for me.I was a little hesitant because I've. As I said, my father was almost always away in those days and when he was home, some strange noises would come out of their bedroom. My brothers said it had reached the point where Daddy was spanked and humiliated just like I was, but they couldn’t be sure because they had never seen it happen.All that changed though, one weekend when Mom had invited her friends and their daughters over to our house for a “target party” which meant I had to stand in the corner with my bottom cheeks spread for. So I lied on the floor with my tool upwards. I closed my eyes. I was in a wonder. After a few minutes I think, I felt some hairs on my lip. I opened my eyes. All I can see was two huge ass above. Now I saw Hema completely nude. She was supporting her ass on the nearby book. She was almost sitting on my face. Giving her hairy pussy lips wide open for my lips. “OK, boy, now your turn to show me your art”. I was refusing to do it, because I never lick to lick a pussy. And as a virgin, who never.