" This came from a barely audible melodious voice. I went to move the towel to see who was there when her hand slapped mine. I moved the towel anyway ...o see Yolanda sitting next to me. Concern evident in her beautiful brown eyes."I'll live." I croaked. "Water, please." Yolanda fed me from a silver tankard."Who poisoned you, Charles?" Myself. I went to heal my sunburn and I think I overdid it." You think!?" More water and fruit please." She fed me pieces of melon and apples while stretching her. Meantime, as forewarned, I could feel a ring being applied round the base of my penis and round the back of my balls, and then another round my balls alone, and a thrid being rolled down what was by now a throbbing erection held in place by a classic "gates of hell" contraint. Was it her hands that had done this? Or had it been the photographer? I shall never know (though he had some great shots of the 69 and doggy arrangement). The boyfriend, when fully spent, moved aside. She re-positioned. Time seemed to be moving slowly now. Nearly crawling. I lean down and kiss your lips slowly and begin to unbutton your shirt. I start to kiss along your jaw, and then down your neck to your collar bone while button by button your chest and handsome toned stomach are exposed. I kiss from your chest down to your navel, dragging my fingertips down your sides which makes you shake. I look up at you and smile. “I’m a bit ticklish,” you say nervously. I laugh a little and place a few more kisses just. Well, one day I learned the truth about my little minx.I was working in the attic on some ventilation ducts and had removed the vent covers in the bedroom. I heard voices down the hall and Jean and her friend Gerta walked in the bedroom. With the heating vent cover off and me in the attic I could see everything going on in the room. Then I got the surprise I had not expected, Gerta and Jean embraced and exchanged a passionate French kiss, as my wife fondled Gerta’s ample breasts as she.