This man, Frank Davis, was interesting to talk to. And nobody but her cat would notice if she got home a little later. Frank got through a minute befo...e she did, of course, but he stayed right there and helped her pack her bags. They shared a cart out to the parking lot, still continuing the conversation. His car was closer in than hers. When they got there, Frank turned to Mary Beth and asked her about a date next Friday night. She had been expecting this to come, and expected to say no… But. You’re not playing cornhole with the kids anyway.”“That I’m not.”And with that, I followed her from the patio into the living room. There was quite a commotion. Jon and Brian were yelling at the TV as usual. Chelsea and Jason had a beer in hand, laughing it up with Sam. Their trademark tipsy selves, the ladies would break in and out of conversation and dancing, twerking whenever the music on the speaker called for it. Hip Hop was their jam after all. And as the chorus broke this time, Chelsea. .' I'm trying to fight the delightful, sinful sensations washing through my body, but she lays her other hand on my shoulder and with the words 'Just relax, darling' causes me to subside back on to the flat surface like a lost soul. 'Now you just lie there and let me massage that nice ass of yours.' I'm at her mercy, as she unfolds the towel at the back and uncovers my buttocks. There's that same quiet intensity in her voice, as she applies more oil to her hands and sets about me. 'There,. It was wet and warm, aripple of pleasure centred on my rosebud swelled through my body.Unconsciously I bent forward to give my prying finger better access. Inseconds it was in to the knuckle, seconds later another finger joined it!I began to frot myself groaning in pleasure, my probing fingers massagingmy very sensitive prostrate. I stared at my sex slack face in the mirroras I brought myself to a mind blowing climax a climax so intense I fellto my knees in the wake of it. After a few minutes.