And indeed, he really meant hands (plural). It was so big it took both hands to hold it."Now reach down and pick up that suntan oil and grease it up f...r me."I picked up the clear Coppertone oil and greased him from the bottom of that amazing shaft all the way up to the head."Yeah," he said "That's it jack me good."He made me vary the pace, calling out "faster" and "slower" and making me accommodate his wishes. I found myself laughing and shivering at the same time as I altered the tempo,. ” “So do I,” smiled Christina, “I’ve always dreamed of a Master as handsome and powerful as he.” noma smiled. “Well, then, no sense waiting!” She handed Christina a dark-red, sleeveless tunic that barely covered Christina’s pussy and was open in back like a hospital gown, but paradoxically had a deep hood that covered all of her hair except her straight, dark bangs. Christina walked over to the full-length mirror near the doorway and gasped at her reflection. The woman in the mirror was so. I had all I could do to pull my face from her hairy bubble butt. I had waited years to repay her and sliding into her bushy cunt I had to distract myself to keep from cumming. To my delight she was tighter than expected, partly due to her not having been with her ex for a couple months now and as she pointed out, my cock was considerable bigger than his was. Sandra moaned as I looked around the room for distractions, reading various shit, counting things etc…to take my mind off how good she. While the five of us sat at Paige’s kitchen table and had a few beers, through conversation Vicki and I learned that Jamie and Darlene, both in their late thirties, are a very unusual married couple. It turns out they’ve been best friends ever since college – ‘soul mates,’ as they put it,but Jamie is gay and Darlene is a lesbian. Frankly, the way they explained their open-marriage made perfect sense. As we continued to sit and talk, Jamie and Darlene’s unique marriage led to a whole new topic.