’ Bess dropped her panties and squatted over me. ‘Yvonne, why don’t you play with her tits?’ That did it. The hormones had made my nips–whic... were now highlighting the start of a nice pair of boobies–abnormally sensitive. As I felt her fingers on them, tweaking them and playing with them, I began to get hard. Bess’s wonderful flavor completed the job, and I began to masturbate. I was completely oblivious to the comments the women were making as I did so, all I was aware of were the sensations. I massaged them for about ten minutes when she peeled off her shirt and told me to scratch her back. I began scratching below her neck. She told me to go lower. I slowly moved near her bra clamp. She told me to scratch under her bra clamp. I scratched her with my fingers, not my nails. She unclamped her bra and I felt my penis growing erect. The back scratch slowly turned into a massage. I picked up the bottle and squirted oil on Jacquis backside. My hands moved gently over her upper back. I. Steve was loving the show in front of h and as Samantha danced her dress began to ride up exposing her black lace stockings and just a glimpse of her lovely white arse cheeks, Steve was gently rubbing his hands on her body and moved closer to her arse as she responded by pushing back further so he could get a better feel. All this time she never broke eye contact with me and was loving both my reaction and the attention she was getting.Steve took the hint and lifted the dress up further now her. I'd never been this close to another woman before. I'd never laid this close to another woman before. Never felt the softness underneath me like this.I tentatively reached up to feel her breasts. Ava pushed my hand more firmly against her tit, not wanting me to be hesitant. She squeezed my hand around her tit, letting me know this was what she wanted. My shyness disappeared. I wanted Ava. I wanted to feel her nipples in my mouth. I wanted to taste her pussy. I wanted her to taste mine.I could.