They found the time alone with just the two of them refreshing and deeply enjoyable but all agreed they had missed the others and were happy to return...One day Melody and Malinda were outside collecting eggs and chasing chickens around the coop while Marlin had caught Teresa in the living room and had her backed against a wall giggling like a schoolgirl while he nibbled her neck. It had progressed to some rather ardent kissing when they heard the front door open. Since it could only be one or. I slid my hand a little further up past her knee. She hardly reacted. I didn’t push further.“Man, I want to trade tops with Andrea.”“Still not funny, Dean,” Pat lightly kicked my ankle.“Not being funny this time, Pat,” I glared at her.She punched me. She punched me hard. Now, I’m not being a pussy. Pat could only imagine 105 lbs, assuming earth gravity. I, well back home me, weighed 190 lbs. I was quite a bit trimmer here but I was also more muscled. I wanted a scale. I wondered if it might. I straddled his thighs, and began massaging his ass. I rubbed it lightly at first, just to feel the smoothness of it. My cock had grown to about ¾ the way hard. I was also getting lots of those sexual, tingle feelings, and I knew I was probably starting to leak precum. He seemed totally relaxed as I could tell he was loving the ass massage. I started pushing down on the ass muscles, working them in circles, and even pulling the ass cheeks apart. I was doing everything that I would love someone. But then a warm, deep voice said:"Morning, Katie" Katie spun her head round and couldn't quite make out the face at first. All she could see was a stocky, well-built figure and the shape of a head that suggested a receding hairline. Then a smile. Oh God, she thought, who IS it?The scene on screen changed and there was suddenly more light. Katie gasped audibly: "Don!" It was Don Jeffries, their bank manager. Not only that, he was a lay preacher at their church and, although Katie and Gary were.