It was now time to move downward. As he did so, the cotton material disappeared and he could feel her bare flesh on his fingertips. Her thighs were mi...aculous! He continued to rub the back of her thighs gently with his fingertips. He then started to massage them with his whole hand. He was working on the left side because it was closest. But every once in a while he went to the right and massaged that leg so it would not feel left out. Sherry was still "asleep". He figured she was awake. But. Perfect. With that and a dildo, I gave Vicky a world class orgasm, she did the same for me. We eventually had enough, but only after several more orgasms each. We slept together in the bedroom for a few hours, then went home. On Sunday, Vicky called, eagerly bubbling over to tell me about her talk with Wes. ‘He’s thrilled. He wants the party at his totally private Caribbean island. I love the idea.’ ‘Wow, a private island? How cool is that!’ Vicky continued, ‘He’ll arrange everything. All I. Starts getting ideas that he deserves it. Isn’t that right, baby? You don’t deserve to cum, do you?”I shook my head, no. I don’t deserve to cum.“Wow,” the guy said. “You?”I could actually hear my wife smile, a crackling of saliva. I could picture her vast smile, all toothy. “You’re sweet. Not today. I need to get cleaned up. Night out with the girls.”“So I’d better go, is what you’re saying.” And so he got dressed, and she walked him to the door, and I heard low conversation. I couldn’t make. I found a trailhead near a bench and decided to give it a try. It didn't take me long to know I found the right spot. There were a few discarded lube packages on the trail and I saw a used condom hanging from a branch in some bushes. I first came upon a guy about my age, he looked really creepy, I could tell he was checking me out so I didn't make eye contact, just kept moving. I went a little further down the wooded trail and then heard something in some bushes to my right, I looked in that.