The attention was on making it light back then, taking only those things that I believed were essential. This time, space and weight were consideratio...s but being able to survive for an indefinite time, caring for a dying man, keeping a beautiful girl from turning into a witch because she couldn't bathe, wash her hair or change clothes all made their way into the planning. Diplomatically, of course. Dying man and witch were never mentioned out loud.I would be bordering on heresy if I'd been. She had the perfect amount of fat on her body at that time, chubby but not fat. Her hair was long just upto her ass. She had perfect curves. She was fair and you could actually see some of her veins.We were into exhibitionism at that time but did not really thought about a threesome or group sex to be honest. One thing that interested us most was being intimate in front of others. So in our country we celebrate Bengali new year (i.e. 14th April) with a lot of events. We have gatherings,. ” As she spoke, I could tell that Sherry was not going to take a “no” for an answer, no matter what I said or how I replied. I acquiesced, totally unsure of what to expect. Sherry extended her arms as she stepped towards me. We briefly hugged. I could tell she felt a sigh of relief. I stepped back and held on to her hands. “This is new territory for me,” I remarked. “Me too,” Sherry disclosed. “I’m not bi and I am sure not bi-curious, but Greg has asked me to ask you to join us, and I like. He reacts. He spreads his legs further, surrendering his crotch, his cock and balls to my hand. I use my other hand to give him what he wants. While jerking him I let my other hand run over his balls. I cup them and caress them with all the love I have. I tickle the magic soft skin between his balls and hole. He shivers again. I move further down until one finger is making circles around his hole. He gasps for air again. “Not there” he says. But instead of retracting he leans backwards, giving.