” She looked at me then at my friend, then back at me. “The Tantus ... the black one.”I looked at my friend. His face was flushed and it wasn’... just the hot water.“Well…” I didn’t know what to say. I felt awkward, at a loss for words.“We’re going to have sex afterwards … right?” My wife said, looking from me to my friend, then back at me again. “I mean … we always have sex after soaking in the hot tub.”I coughed. I was stunned. Blown-away. I stared at her in amazement. We didn’t ALWAYS have sex. If you ever did want to charge twenty-five bucks for what you are doing, it better include a shoeshine and an extra pair of socks, or the trick will feel ripped off,” he laughed. My father stood up and said he had to get to work.“Cherry and I have some place to go this evening. I want you both to stay home. You can train your sister. I’ll leave some chores unless you can think of some chores you want done,” he said.“Really? I can think of some I want done?” I asked with a smile.“Yeah, I wish. Her aroma evoked a tightening in my balls, my cock becoming painfully hard.My lips encircled her nub, pulling it into my mouth, sucking. My tongue flicked its tiny tip repeatedly as I varied the intensity of sucking. She was soon moaning from that deep, visceral core. I kept it up, relentless sucking and flicking until she screamed and pushed me away, panting.Breathless, she commanded, “Get over here,” pointing to the spot on the seat beside her. I un-slouched and scooted. She placed her. My hand slid under her G-string bottoms. She seemed to relax the more I rubbed. I put more oil on my hands and continued to tell her how he had teased my asshole with his finger. I brushed my finger over her butt hole and she pushed back against it. The tip of my finger slipped in a little and before I knew what was happening she was pushing back harder onto my finger. I positioned my naked body over her back so I could slowly trail soft kisses down her back. She smelled of coconut oil which.