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 amateur 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 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 public between the three of them, even though Ron had not contributed much to the conversation, he felt he was definitely a part of the group of three at the table. “Ever tried good Australian voyeur 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.”� Ron was sitting opposite the two women who were sitting on a leather sofa, both with their legs crossed in identical tits 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 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.� The zip finished below Carmen's hips and Ron undid it, as Carmen asked, as slowly as his trembling fingers would allow, trying to tantalise Zena, and at the same time heightening Carmen’s obvious excitement and sexual build up. Carmen wanted to have as much sexual impact on Zena as possible and as the zipper reached it’s limit, she shrugged out of the dress, still in her high asian heels and stepped out of it and stood with her back still to Zena, her legs apart, at the same time kissing Ron with passion, and pretending to ignore Zena. I groaned as asian her tits pussy massaged me. That delicious cunt drove me wild. He smiled. Not knowing if she would come in the back or not, I was struggling not to drive off. “Damn you made my thighs thicker than I amateur wanted... but I think they actually look sexier!” Mrs. Fattorusso commented as she rubbed voyeur her thighs and ass. Ji-Yun nodded again. "Yeah, right," Lisa said sarcastically, automatically rolling her eyes upward. Despite her excellent blowjobs, the relationship became stale by spring. My finger is pressed on all sides by puffy pouches of slippery muscle, like the inside of an oiled boxing glove. “Why did I- because you were banging a fucking teacher!” I practically yelled. She embraced it with her fingers, hesitantly, humbly, like a nun being handed the Holy Grail. I sighed and refocused on the work in public front of me.