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I like where this is going. We didn't speak excessively during the massage and fun parts as she allows her skills to speak for her. In the moment, I was too flabbergasted to verbalize this groan-worthy little observation. I admitted I would turn into jelly in her capable hands. It was like going to a buffet and experiencing many different things before she picked the right dish technique as the grand finale. Each one provides their own unique experience and chemistry.

The swinger life was wonderfully intoxicating, and she let the happy buzz carry her away, massaging Matt's growing hardness through his swimsuit to get things started, and then swallowing him whole, down on her knees between his legs on the moving, vibrating deck, with his discarded swimsuit at her side. Wendy liked it for the same reason, but it also got her set up for a gentle ball massage, something else Matt loved during a handjob. It was right after freshman year at college. She loved Sandgrass Pond. She felt nearly naked in nothing but her small bikini bottom, with her lovely nipples hard enough to be seen from shore. I always feel somethin' sorta supernatural when I'm up here.

She pulled his head down with her other hand, not for the kiss he expected, but all the way to her super-sensitive nipples so he could have a nibble. I always feel somethin' sorta supernatural when I'm up here. Wendy was listening intently, but her eyes were on her son. That's what Barb and Kay do.