Martin lived about three blocks from my place and I'd never been there before, so when he invited to his place for dinner I gladly accepted and a time...was agreed on."Just wear whatever's comfortable," he told me, so I did. I chose a nice pair of shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt and my usual walking shoes. I've been doing a lot of walking in the area lately and it's helped to keep me fit, along with the exercise program that is. I decided a long time ago that I'd keep fit, even if it. Oh my, I will never be able to hide my arousal with this one towel I thought to myself. They each sat on the edgeof the chairs as they unlaced wet hiking shoes and removed socks. They carefully arranged them on other chairs as if still sizing up the scenario. Cold dampness convinced them to continue undressing. I was certain that they would stop this impromptu strip tease at the underwear, but wow, was I wrong. The blond was first to unleash her incredible pendulous tits. My focus was squarely. God knows where i got the courage and strength to put my hand on her boob. Guys i can’t explain the feeling in words when o touched her sponge like boob. My hand automatically went at least 2 cms deep such spongy was her boob. She not objecting or showing any restriction gave me the courage and i pressed her boob a little more. This went on for some 8 to 10 mins and by that time the little member in my pants was giving a royal salute. After the dance was over she showed no signs of me touching. Besides the indescribable pleasure and the unimaginable pain, it appeared it was all that was left of me. By degrees, I became aware once more of the room. The dust. The noise. The sweat. The clammy cold. And still Hercules effortlessly, relentlessly, penetrated my squelching, battered loins till again I drowned in blissful rapture. Over and over, the pleasure grew, blossomed and burst, blossomed and burst, till I was insensible, clinging to sanity, on the very edge of consciousness. Through.