I was standing, idly looking at a chess board set with a problem, when a voice surprised me.“White to move and mate in three. Do you see it?”I loo...ed up, startled, to see Grandfather Wolf, sitting by the fire. I gave a small bow to acknowledge the difference in our status, then turned to the board, seeking the solution. It took me some time, but finally I moved the white bishop to the black back rank, then looked up quizzically at him. “Very good. Exactly right.”He moved to stand, then walked. She kissed me, and I kissed her back, this time letting my tongue slide into her mouth first. ‘Want me to go further?’ she asked. I nodded involuntarily. With that said, she slipped her hands up my shirt and underneath my bra, feeling and groping my chest. The only other time anyone has done this to me was at my seventeeth birthday party, playing Truth or Dare. It was certainly a nice feeling. A hand slipped into my jeans and I moaned lightly. She was touching me now. Touching my clit, and my. The cock in my mouth exploded at the same time, and I swallowed what I could as a broad grin appeared on my face. Instantly, I felt a bunch of hands groping my various body parts. I was getting the full treatment: hands rubbing my ass and belly, squeezing my tits and fingers probing my private entrances, along with a new cock to suck.It was obvious to them that I was really aroused, and they didn't hold back. One of them discovered my saturated pussy, and responded with a vigorous. " Go on, Eric. What is it?" I was passing Lola in the street the other day, when she dropped a coin and bent down to pick it up. She didn't stoop. She just bent right over in front of me. Ye Gods, those generous fleshy buttocks. It was pure sodomy. I got my first tingle for about a year."That one went right through me. Lola's vast shapeless rear-end had been making it seriously hard for me to fuck her with any enthusiasm. (We were down to duty-fucks, basically - a sad emotional desert-zone.).