This made a lovely view for me, with them feeling each others’ tits, at the same time slouching slightly down in the settee, their legs opening, giv...ng me another lovely view up both their skirts, revealing their soaking wet pussies once more to me. After a while feeling each other’s tits, both women lowered their hands, and raised the skirt of the other, enabling themselves to feel each others’ pussies freely. This began with them both rubbing each others’ soaking wet slits, before inserting. Needless to say, the hot water revived our spirits completely, resulting in a rather animalistic session that left me nearly dead on my feet. “Come along pool boy,” Mrs. Fletcher called enthusiastically from the living room. I was trying to get dressed without falling over in her bedroom, a sight that would have sent many into hysterical laughter. It seemed, to me anyways, that the more energy I lost, the more she gained and stored. She bounced around the house in a way I expected from. He inspected Frank's form as he'd never been able to before. Indeed,while Frank was awake, Simon's lustful gaze was curtailed--he was confinedto stealing looks as he climbed into the car or sat down at his desk. Butnow, as Frank slept, he had free reign--complete freedom to examine, tocontemplate, to imagine.He scanned his body from head to toe, taking note of curves and angles he'donly vaguely known before. He dwelt upon his chest for a long-while,considering Frank's defined, yet modest. I’m a regular reader of ISS and this is my first story and I ope you like it.This Story is set in Goa. Yes, Goa it was. My final engineering exams had ended and we had to party. So me and my 3 guy friends packed our bags, booked our tickets and hopped onto the first available train to Goa. Goa, as well know is famous for its Three B’s. Beaches, babes and beer and we had come here for all three. We reached early morning after checking into our hotel, we set out to soak in the Goan Culture. We.