Out. For more than ten minutes they fucked, with a beautiful, slow, sensuous rhythm, naked on the forest floor while I watched. Five other people play...d loudly and unknowing less than a hundred yards away. Finally, his strokes became shorter, and faster, and then stopped; I could see his ass clench repeatedly. I knew that he was filling my wife with his cum. That drove me over the edge, and as he came deep inside her I sprayed the bushes with my own load. They kissed again, and cuddled for. His breathing is rapid and his heart is pounding in his chest. Sadhana, emboldened by lust, finds the buttons of his shirt and she begins working each button loose, stripping away his shirt away, running her hands over his chest, small black body hair slipping between fingers tips. Lust has taken over Sadhana and her body rises to his, her juicy necter regions pressing against his thigh. He leans down to her and he kisses her again, the skin of his bare legs warm against the inside of her. I kissed him for a last time; but my hand slid involuntarily back down over his bulge and I noticed he was getting hard again… I pulled his trousers down a couple of inches and took his cock firm in my hand. Then I begged him to fuck me one more time… We went into the living room and Stephen made me bend over the back of the couch, positioning himself behind me. This time he was a bit slower. I just wanted to turn my head to ask what he was doing when I felt the head of his cock, lubricated. Muscles would turn soft and tightness would turn to lightness. We would eventually lie on our backs and the ministrations of their expert hands would continue. With nothing but politeness, your masseuse asks, "Would you would like your breasts massaged or would you would prefer not to be touched there?" You sigh and say, "It would be fine to massage my breasts." My masseuse, in turn, asks softly, "Would you like your penis included in the massage?" I, too, allow permission to be touched.