" He took her hand. "Come on, let's find a seat." She let him lead the way to an usher, who handed them a program and led them to seats in a pew a few...rows back from the altar. "This is so pretty." Emma's eyes were wide as she looked around. The pews were plain, dark wood, and the walls were decorated with drapes of pine needles worked through with gold ribbon. Red and white flowers stood in small vases at intervals along the walls, and green candles blazed in sconces below paintings of. At this she quietly gasped. I allowed this to happen a few more times before I asked her another question."Would you like a butt massage?", I laughed.She giggled and said, "Just don't be too rough!" You might need to move those bottoms down a bit."She contemplated this for a moment. "Sure, why not! I bet you've seen your fair share of female butts before!"She was right, but not in the way she probably thought. I had never done more than kissed a girl before, and the only asses I had ever seen. ’ ‘I love you too Robin.’ I said looking into her eyes. ‘Make love to me please.’ Her hand had worked it’s way down to my breast and she was rubbing my nipple through my tee-shirt. We were kissing madly as I took her breast in my hand. I was delighted to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. ‘Let’s go to bed Stacy.’ she said. We went to her room and after she locked the door she took me in her arms and kissed me. Her hands were on my butt and she was pulling me tightly to her. Our bresats were. I told them I would be sitting in the corner of the room out of view so I could watch.We all crept into my master bedroom and my wife was lying there on her stomach with one leg drawn up to her a little, enough to get a good view of her moist pussy and asshole.One of the women climbed in behind her and started running a finger up and down her crack, dipping it into her pussy. My wife let out a moan everytime the finger entered her pussy. Soon the woman had two fingers dipping into her pussy and.