You smile. The feathers graze your body, moving exploring all those places that made you moan with anticipation before. The feather dances across your...nipples and they harden in response. The feather traces its way down your stomach. Swirling ever so lightly around your belly button. Softly you laugh, the feathers dance up your sides tracing a line from your armpit to your waist. Your soft laughter gets stronger and louder; you're so wet that it's soaking the bed. The feather dances across your. Marc was seven and a half long and also three inches around. Phil was six and a half long and two and a half around. There was definitely a sexual tension in the air because Dottie measured Phi, Suzie measured Marc and I measured Ed. It felt like Ed was going to shoot his load when I touched him. I know my hands were shaking, but I don’t think it was obvious. This went on the rest of the time we were in Germany. On weekends, Phil, ED Dottie and I went sightseeing and usually ended up at the. As the music play I look down and see you in front of me. I move behind you and start to dance. Your body moves back and I feel your tight little ass come in contact with me. I can feel my self getting harder as your ass work it’s magic. I reach around you and pull you closer, pressing my hard cock between your ass checks. You look back over your shoulder and grin as you shack your ass. As you lean back into me I move one hand to your breasts and start to give them squeezes as my other. The first thing I noticed was Larry's bright green crew cab pick up parked in its usual place. The second thing I noticed was Phil Macklinson outside of one of the delivery bays, banging away with a large hammer, on a thick piece of what looked like wrought iron. I parked the car, and went over to see what he was doing."Hey Phil, what's that you're destroying?" He looked over at me, a dark scowl creasing his brow. He didn't say anything to me, but, when he resumed his hammering, I thought I.