I took the bottle of baby oil and poured a little into Julie’s palm and then into my own hand. “You can be a bit more generous with it,” Julie ...aid. “Oh OK,” I said and drizzled the stuff all around his naked torso. Suitably glistening with the silky liquid we lay our hands flat and worked it in, until his body was nice and slippery. I massaged his neck and shoulder blades as Julie squeezed his glutes. He had a nice firm body, with plenty of definition. I ran my hands over his back and. ”“Don’t be. It just doesn’t feel right. Just massage it,” I said and she massaged it just like she was doing to my clit. My hard nipple got even harder with her touch. The little nodules around my areola even began to pucker. Sissy ran her finger over them also. The feeling made me lose my breath.“Better?”“Yes, big sister, much better,” and it was much better. The feeling inside me now turned to normal again and I felt it building. That’s why I almost lost my breath. As she massaged my nipple. The sheer joy of what is taking place, at the same time a sense of everything not being real, that it’s part of a dream. I have no doubt that alcohol is a great lubricator, in more ways than one! The position we were now in lasted quite a while, and I think Angela and my wife had come twice before it was my turn to come; ramming my cock as hard as I could into my wife, with a roar of pleasure I threw my spunk into her throbbing cunt; it eagerly soaking up everything thrown at it; she almost. Sara yawned and then went into a full length body stretch that brought her legs up and out and in allowing Sam a full veiw of her crotch. Sam looked and then sat back as Sara sat up in the chair and placed her feet on each side of the lounger. Her gown gapped open exposing her mound to him again. She reached down and pulled the gown together and then stood up and strechted again raising her hands up over her head and shaking her body causing her tits to wave in Sams face. He had a very intense.