His hands were cupping and massaging my firm and perky breasts. Joseph and Vincent were working their hands up and down my legs and thighs. Then they ...pread my legs and poured oil over my pussy.That is when it became a little odd. Joseph started to massage my pussy. His fingers were rubbing my pussy lips. His finger tip was rubbing at my clitoris. I was moaning. Salvatore was kneading my firm breasts. Vincent spread my thighs and was licking and adoring my dripping pussy. His tongue danced. Noproblem. I thought to myself. I was actually looking forward to gettingback to my room and giving a second look at the clothes she had packedfor me.I hurried along the deck as I made a beeline for my room. I felt good asI walked. People were looking at me, and not in a bad way. I thoughtabout the trunks in my room. I wasn't so pleased the first time I sawthem, but this next time will be different, I thought as I opened mydoor and let myself in.I saw something on the bed as I was going for my. She knew no one saw her. But how would she react the next time they all sat down at the table for dinner? A couple weeks later, Donna came home from work. It was late on Friday and to her suprise, John was sitting at the computer. Marissa was at a party and wouldn't be home until late. He was staying the night so he just hung out at the house. Donna greeted him as normal and hurried upstairs to avoid any awkward moments. She may have just been acting paranoid. He couldn't have known that she. So, I go home to marathon jack-off sessions after I take her home from a date. I mean, I do love her breasts, they're really perfect, nice size, firm, pretty pink nipples, just perfect. But no farther. I've tried moving her hand to my crotch, no go. "No, Eric, I don't want to do that," she says. So, I jack-off even more.But now, I can tell you that, yes, I am getting some pussy pretty regularly. Here's how it all started.One evening a few months ago, Lynn and I went back over to her house in.