They got along well with me and my two ladies. I’m glad I got to know them better.”“Mike, I’m happy they were not a burden for you. Let me hel... you relax even more.” And with that, she massaged my tired penis back to life and planted it deep within her vagina. Damn, that felt good. I remember a lingering goodnight kiss ... somehow it was dark outside and conversation was muted. How long was I sleeping?Hathor saw me stir. “Hey, sleepy Mike, You missed dinner. Show me how much lasagna you want.”. ...I rub the oil along her upper thighs, as sensuously as I can, and she takes the bottle back and pours more oil as I work. When I reach the knee, I start removing the soft boots, which are tied above her knees. As she pours more oil, I slowly pull the boots one at a time towards her ankles and then off completely, massaging and kissing her feet as I reach them. Then I begin working back up, massging and kissing her inner thighs as she parts her legs slightly. She pours on still more oil, and. “Unnff… Fuck…”Not the most eloquent with words, the stallion did not have to be well-spoken to get what he needed, thrusting and grinding, pumping his meat into the fox’s slutty hole. A tongue was all well and good and so were lips but he needed more, balls aching and churning, boasting a heady load of cum still to come. It was his right to spill his seed and he thrust and rocked his hips, one paw gripping the squat rack for support, muscles bulging, studly domination coursing through.There was. I spent the evening reading and watching television and they arrived home around midnight, both of them showing signs of having had a few drinks although they were not drunk but giggling a lot. Obviously not ready for the evening to end yet Pete insisted on opening a bottle of wine and my staying to share a glass with them. Cathy said she was just going to slip in to something more comfortable and Pete made some comment which I didn’t catch but made her giggle again. Five minutes later Cathy.