”“Cover my left tit, my Queen,” I moaned, my body trembling. It was so hard to stay on my tiptoes, but if I sagged, I would dangle for my arms. ...h, it was such sweet torture. I loved her so much.With a naughty smile on her lips, her nipples so hard, she pried apart the ends of the next peg and clipped it on. I gasped at the initial rush of pain as it clipped my skin, the ache dulling to a throb. She clipped the next and the next, moving around my breast, giving me more and more pain, making my. “Mike can you do me a favor, there’s a towel next to me, can you pick it up and wipe down my backside? I’m all full of this tanning oil and I don’t want any of it to come off in the pool” she said.I picked up the towel and began to wipe her down. I can see her pussy through the string bikini as I made my way to her ass. It was so wet and oily. I couldn’t help myself and sprung a hard on immediately upon touching her body with her towel. She couldn’t help but notice it either. It was right. I then pulled down the sheet to expose his muscled ass. His crack went higher up and divided his perfect but cheeks into beautiful muscled mounds of glory. I oiled his ass up and made sure the oil ran down his ass crack. Deep circular motions. I spread his legs apart to reveal his perfect ball sack and his semi hard cock. I worked that ass of his and could feel precum soaking my briefs. As I moved his ass cheeks, I saw his tight straight hole. As I moved his ass around his hole would. Oh, not placard-waving types trying to turn the event into a statement of some sort but genuine country fans who just happened to be lesbian and there were a lot of them.After the ceremony, I had vaguely been aware of a girl who a number of times seemed to be about to approach me. Each time though, I had been called to attend to something or other and I hadn't given it further thought.It was at the reception when I saw her again. Everyone was still on the lawn, the photographer busy organising.