"So perhaps an apartment in town?"I shook my head. "I would rather be somewhere quiet. I don't have a car so perhaps within a mile walk from shopping ...nd such."She looked at me for a moment and said,"There is shopping in town of course, but not much "and such" until the spring. It's pretty quiet here." That's what I'm looking for ... I'm on sabbatical from University and I'm trying to do some writing..." So perhaps a cottage ... with a view of the water for inspiration?" Sounds lovely." I. I completely forgot about the camera clicking away in the background. I wasn’t able to resist and, as my mouth opened and Marc’s tongue entered, he collapsed on top of me. Our cocks, both rock-solid, were grinding as my hands carried on where they left off last night. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his pants. His bum was firm and his skin soft. I kneaded his little buttocks, causing him to press his groin harder into mine. He suddenly pulled away and removed his pants. He knelt. Then gradually the pressing became a bit firmer, but never fast and never hard. Meanwhile he kept asking if I was okay. This was all rather neat. His little finger, at least I think it was, gradually inserted itself a little way in my bottom and then came out. More lube, then in again until I became totally used to the lovely slidy and filling sensation. Then he tried another finger and repeated the exercise, gradually getting me used to the sensations. Then two fingers. I couldn't believe this. When I came out of the bathroom I noticed how quiet everyone was. At first I thought it was because I was only wearing boxers and the girls were embarrassed. But I was wrong."That was weird Wanda," Tracy said, tauntingly."Where's Shirley?" I asked, disregarding Tracy's smug smile."She said she wasn't hungry." Tracy informed me.I was getting dressed as fast as I could but overheard Angie trying to quiet Tracy, to no avail."They talked for a long time," Tracy said to me as I ran out of the.