She strokes her lips again with the greatest dexterity, this time more confident but still lightly as if it is tender and would hurt should she stroke...them any harder. Her lips make the faintest sound of a kiss as she teases her hole and her juices tack on the end of her finger. She rubs the sticky glaze over her love bud and continues. She starts to blush as the pleasure starts to rise inside her. She starts to rub harder and harder in larger circles, her lips now soaking wet and almost. No one answered, so I crept further down the stairs and made my way back to their small section of the basement. I saw some light from another area and looked in as I whispered their names. There was a fire in a can in the corner of the room and about 4 guys were sitting around the room. They all looked at me like I was a ghost. That is when someone grabbed me from behind and d**g me into the room as I stood in the doorway. Two of the guys got up and they helped the person behind me to drag me. We said Andre and Cecelia. She gave her husband a knowing look and said, "You'll have a great time." Carol and I hung around the pool and Jacuzzi for awhile, then went back to our room to get ready for the massage. Carol wore her sarong and I wore my swimsuit. We walked to the spa. The massage room was a three-wall gauze tent facing the ocean. The room was full of exotic aromas. We got undressed and settled on the massage tables, faces in the rests, looking out at the ocean. Andre and Cecelia. I expect you need to talk to other girls. I'm rather selfish, I suppose. But do not, on any account, allow her to bring that awful boy Simon, and if he comes, send him away. Better meet here than on the campus. Where did you meet her?''I was on my way back from the library. I guess she must have been attending a class because she's not from this college.''That explains why I've not seen her. Where's she from?''St. Janus. She comes here for Frank's classes, I think.''Perhaps I should lend you to.