". Confused, but curious, I did as he said. He spread my bare cheeks with his hands and I suddenly feel something wet on my asshole, realizing it was ...is tongue. I gasp and shiver, amazed at how good it felt; thinking that this is why those ports tars did it. "You like that?" he asked. I nod and feel something else on my wet hole. "How about this?" His finger shoves quick into me.I yelp from the surprise and light pain, but blushed in amazement. His finger slowly moves in and out of my asshole.. Or maybe I should say her die job or her paint job.At first I thought she was wearing green panty hose or tights. Her legs were Kelly green. Something seemed not right about them and I leaned closer. I could see tiny green hairs growing out of her legs. Not panty hose or tights; these were her legs.I looked at the arms that were clutching her stomach. The same color green, the hairs longer and also green. Her face was the same, No hair on it, though. Her lips were a deep blue and her hair was. It was just drinking and light make-outs. On the fourth day, I got a message from a divorced lady of 40 years.I was shocked by looking at her pics. She was a little plump on the waist and had big boobs and had a very sensual face. I was instantly turned on just imagining her in my bed. Slowly I asked her WhatsApp number, not rushing into things as I really wanted to fuck her brains out.On knowing her more I came to know that she was divorced for 6 months. She was really busy in her work and had. Mr. Scott opened the door and asked what all the noise was about. David said he had a nightmare, and apologized for screaming. Mr. Scott said ok, and we may as well get up. My butt felt funny walking to the bathroom, after peeing I wiped the cum out of my crack and leg. After breakfast we all got in Mr. Scotts van and headed to the lake for the picnic. After a long boring drive we finally made it to the lake. After unpacking the van and helping set up our area David and I put on our swim pants.