"She made another IOU for Marion, serial number 0002. "If it's curable. Iwon't fuck you if have something incurable. Okay?"She turned to Brennan. "Boy..., who's first?"Brennan smiled. "You don't act like a virgin." Do you know any virgins with a SWID? C'mon. He's slow. You're first." Shereached for the man who looked like the bartender.Brennan stopped him. "Go home, Princess."Chastity picked up her blouse and her skirt. "Still looking for your son?"She asked Brennan.He nodded."Have you found. He couldn't see her bare tits, but knew they were uncovered which made his cock ache more. As Mark worked down her arms, massaging her biceps she lowered her hands to her sides and felt the robe puddle to the floor. Her nipples ached in anticipation as she felt his hands work up her sides and under her fleshy mounds, just stopping as his hands pushed into them. "Yes, that feels good, I was tense and this is really soothing. You have very strong, but gentle hands." Sue sighed. Mark's thumbs. “No wait, I have not finished yet” I said. I dripped more oil into my palms and work on her other leg. I was starting to get impatient. I took a bit more oil and go back to massaging her ass.I was facing her head now and with each stroke up and over her ass cheeks I swept my fingertips further and further between her legs and pulled her cheeks apart a bit more each time. The tips of my fingers start to touch the fringes of her pubic hair, then her vulva.She parted her legs a little. I pulled. On my way down to my knees, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of your open cut-offs and slid them and your white bikini-cut panties over your hips. I can still remember how sexy it looked when I let go of them and they slowly slid down your legs coming to rest around your ankles and how you first lifted one foot out of them, and then, looking down at Al, who was unzipping his sleeping bag and spreading it out as a bed on the tent floor, you used the other foot to deftly separate the panties.