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“My tits European blood I think. Actually I am the same colour all over. I love sun tanning nude. Ron likes to sit and talk to me while I do it. Especially when I am tanning my back. He loves to rub oil all over me and alternate with ice blocks on my nipples.” Carmen was watching Zena for her reaction, and was not disappointed when she saw her eyes open wide and gleam with excitement.� Carmen kept talking. “Ron is an arse man. He says my big arse is the best he has ever seen. He measured it one day with nothing but oil on it, forty three inches he claims. He loves rubbing oil into it while I sun tan. He gets a real hard on kissing it, you know, and he says it’s the best for a few other things, as well.” Ron was not sure if the drinks had made Carmen so free with her conversation or if she was deliberately baiting Zena. Which ever, Ron was enjoying the sexual innuendo floating about and the rapport between the two women. By now Zena was obviously rapt in the tone of the conversation, and was not sure if Carmen had said turn on or hard on. Hard on sounded far more interesting than turn on she thought, smiling to herself. “Sounds ass terrific. I wish I could do those sorts of things back home in London. Too cold most of the time though, and no husband or steady man in my life to do it with any way.” By now a definite frisson had developed between the three of them, even though Ron had not contributed much to blowjob the conversation, he felt he was definitely a part of the group of three at the table. “Ever tried good Australian champagne, Zena?” Ron smiled, at the same time sending tacit signals to Carmen. “What do you call good? I thought only the French made champagne. Any thing I have tried here seems like carbonated hock,” Zena said her hand on Ron’s arm. Zena continued, “I bet you are going to say that you just happen to have a bottle of your best Oz champers on ice in your room upstairs.” “Why don’t we go and try it then,” said Carmen, jumping to her feet and taking both Zena’s and Ron’s hands. “I’ll break out the old cliches. You can see our etchings and the view is fantastic.” No one spoke at all during the short elevator ride up the extra six stories to their room. “Have a seat ladies and I’ll open the champers,” Ron said, a slight edge to his voice. As Ron dimmed the lights and poured them all a second glass, Zena said, “This really is good champers. I’m pleasantly surprised.”� rough Ron was sitting opposite the two women who were sitting on MILF a leather sofa, both with their legs crossed in identical style, and both seemed to be vying to see who could let their skirt ride up the most. Ron could feel a tension between the three of them which permeated the room, a tension which he had never experienced before, and it was a tension which he could not easily identify. Carmen stood and walked over to Ron, and took his hand as she guided him to his feet. “What else can we do to entertain Zena on her last night here, Ron?” “Did you pack the scrabble?” Carmen continued, looking straight at Zena. “I could start by showing you my all over sun tan,” her gaze never leaving Zena as she tried to gauge her reaction. Zena’s agitated and facial very interested look and sexy smile was all the prompting Carmen needed to start undoing the zip of her dress, while both Zena and Ron watched, fascinated. Carmen turned so that her back was towards Zena and as she undid the long zip on her dress and with her other hand pulled Ron toward her and started kissing him.� "Wha-what do you mean it could be a good thing?" "I hope, not, that would take the fun out of it. Right in front of you! "Yes son?" He was loving it "Yeah...wank me cock Dave...feels good broh". I had been living with Anne for a year. She was the heir to the family fortune MILF and Arabella was the prize everybody longed for but he told Abby that she was too pure and nobody could have her. They embraced, blowjob kissed for a moment and the towel fell away. Randy’s hand clutched her tit, like tits a man rough obsessed. Robert and Bronc ass politely stood to greet her. Okay, it’s the one place I can’t avoid wearing tight clothing, but it’s not that there’s a problem with guys trying to pick us up the moment I venture out in public. "And there was nothing little about it!" As we headed up the Sound the bong was being passed around, the trip was beginning well. When I began settling down a bit, I opened my eyes, only to see Susan grinning down at me. "That was incredible." When I was done, I facial went for a run.