I thought it was a square hit for sure." I sure would have liked to have seen that," Jason laughed, joining the conversation, dripping wet himself. "D...yna, Sandy, for not having a keyboard, a blues band, and a symphony orchestra to back you up, the two of you put on a hell of a show." We've reworked it from last year some," Dayna said. "Of course, we're always reworking it, or else it gets boring. Vicky, you like a hot dog? I've got plenty." Sure, throw one on for me," she replied."How about. ‘Aidan,’ Jean greeted him cheerfully. ‘Bonsoir, mon ami.’ Clasping the hand Jean held out to him, he caught the perfect enunciation his friend gave to each of his syllables and knew from experience that Jean was just this side of being drunk. Maybe this could be interesting, he thought, returning Jean’s wide smile as he entered the house. ‘Bonsoir,’ he replied, a near-perfect accent on his French. ‘Ca va, Jean?’ ‘It’s going amazingly well,’ Jean retorted in English, hooking his arm through. . . v-v-very ticklish!" By now I was bucking my hips up and down, causing silky waves to roll beneath us."Hmmmm, would you like me to stop, then?" Now his magic fingers were darting all over my body, never tickling me in the same place for long. "Is that what my Tanya wants?" Y-Yes!" Very well," he said with a wink, "but only because my fingers are getting tired."Giving my tits one last tickle, he crawled backwards down the bed and slipped between my legs. I played shy for a brief moment,. .afraid to so much as touch himself, lying flat on his own back on their bed and leaving it up to his wife to find ways to get him hard and then for her to mount herself on top of him and ride his medium-sized six inch cock for about five or six strokes and then he would come... and that was not enough for her.She gradually became irritable for feeling starved for sex, especially anything at all remotely like having her own orgasms. It didn't seem fair to her that it was so easy for her to make.