Again I felt the stranger’s hand. This time it was moving up my thighs. I pulled him away; but then another pair of hands cupped my both tits from b...hind. I then noticed that my Black Master was kissing me and two other strangers were feeling my body…I just parted my legs, giving this hand a little better access. A deep voice whispered in my ear; but he was not Terence. It was the guy feeling my nipples from behind. He unbuttoned my dress on the front side and his both hands slid inside,. He rolled my balls around in his hand as he did. I felt my cum starting to bubble up in my balls, so I told him to stop. He did and asked why. I told him I wanted to try something else. He said okay. I told him to lie on his back on the bed, and to raise his legs in the air, son I could see his ass. I spit on my dick to lube it up a little bit, and also on his asshole. I rubbed my dick on his ass, and pushed a little bit. He squirmed and tried to get away. I told him to hold still, and that. Being summertime, it never really gets completely dark at this latitude and I could see shadows moving. As my eyes adjusted I could clearly see my mom’s figure on top of my dad. She was leaning forward and with each thrust I could see her heavy breasts swinging back and forth. From the fucking sounds I imagined my dad’s hands on her ass, and how he was pounding her from below. All of a sudden I had this vivid image of me climbing out of bed, moving over to their bed side, leaning in and. One we stop at and buy a pastry each. We eat them as we continue to explore.Then it's time, all shopped out. The shops start to close for the afternoon siesta. But some stay open. For us it's time to leave and head home. On the way we stop for some food for our evening meal, and of course that bottle of Champagne. We decide that whatever food we get must be able to be prepared in advance so we don't spend half the evening cooking. So we decided on local prawns in a seafood sauce on a bed of.