Mom reached down and lifted the hem of her nightie up to her waist, then I felt her give a little shiver of excitement and moan softly as she slid h...r right hand down between her legs. She moved her hips around rhythmically for a few minutes, purring softly. Then, very slowly and tenderly, she began to massage my back and shoulders with the fingertips of her left hand through the soft fabric of the gown I had wrapped around me. I didn’t know what was happening, but it felt wonderful so I . She thought I might enjoy the view from up here.” “You too! You are both such liars!” Murray shouted at Greg. “You think I don’t use that thing?” he said, pointing towards a telescope that was mounted on a tripod out on the deck. It was trained steeply downwards. “My wife, stark naked, and you with your eyeballs glued to her bare ass all the way up the staircase,” he roared. “And you have the nerve to say you were talking about the view from up here!” Greg could see that Murray was getting red. I held my breath, as my arse began to stretch a little as he slid them further in, spitting on his fingers and my arse at times to ensure there was as little discomfort as possible. Now I have to admit, that I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if I had squirted (happened before with Eeyore - google it its possible) while he gently fingered my arse. Anyway, sensing no aversion to the idea, he slowly withdrew his fingers and took hold of the base of his cock. I graciously pushed back against. I was friends with Mark for about 6 years. A lot of my friends thought he was gay and liked me. Considering I come off as a straight acting guy and no one knows about my little secret, I always just laughed at the joke and moved on. After a while, I'd find myself dressing and thinking about him. I started wishing he would barge in on me one day and have his way with me. The more and more I dressed over the summer, the more and more I'd want him. I finally started to wonder if my friends were.