All Chapters of Hot Tangled Sheets: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

After a pause, while she took in the feel of the fresh air on her skin, she knelt demurely on the rug, still facing the water. Williamknelt behind her, and started to rub the oil into her neck and shoulders. He then worked down her long back. She had him just where she wanted him.Before reaching her shorts, he slid his hands around and across her tummy. I could now see his hands working the oil into her flesh -- he was good! His hands slid upwards, under her breasts, lifting, then round to the sides and back, teasing her. When he finally let them slip through his hands, she let out an audible sigh. He continued to cup her breasts, rubbing the lotion in, making sure to pay extra attention to her pointy nipples. I was quite mesmerised."Hello! Beautiful day!"It was the man with the dog -- I'd completely forgotten! I spun around to face him -- he was standing several yards away down by the water. Goodness knows how long he'd been there. He was staring directly at Penny's chest. His dog

Now I had to be careful, and hope Williamand Penny would catch on. "Hello," I said, as I came within speaking distance, "Mind if we join you? -- it's a beautiful afternoon.""No, not at all", said Penny. Williamlooked puzzled, and she discretely poked him in the ribs. "Hello gentlemen," she said to the boys, "Enjoying the sun? I'm Penny, and this is my husband, Richard. What are your names?""I'm Connor, and he's Tim", said the braver one. I realised that the other boy had still not said anything at all."And I'm Arthur," I said. "I've got some beers, would anyone like one?" It was beers all round -- Williamseemed particularly grateful, so I gave him the spare one too. He must have been parched."Come and sit with us," said Penny. So we all sat on the grass, drank our beers, and chatted. They seemed nice enough boys. Connor was quite tall and skinny, but Tim was chubby, the sort of boy that always comes last. Or first, depending on the circumstances.They tried to act cool but it was

"There's something I want to ask you, sweetheart," I said. She looked at me nervously. It was the Sunday after our trip to the beach, and were having a lazy day at home. "Yesterday at the beach, when we went in the sea... I thought you might take off your bikini bottoms and swim naked with us -- it would have been nice. Were you shy?""Yes, perhaps I should have..." she said, "But then I couldn't -- I haven't shaved for ages, and I'm really bushy down there."I smiled -- that explanation hadn't occurred to me. Come to think of it, I had noticed a few wisps of black hair, when she was kneeling in front of the two boys."Let's shave you this afternoon." I said. She smiled, and I went to get the shaving things.When I got back, she'd removed her skirt and panties, in readiness. I laid out a towel on the sofa, and she sat back and spread her legs nice and wide for me. It was true -- her bush was very hairy. To be honest, I rather like it like that -- the natural look.I start with a littl

I thought we'd better take it down a notch - and asked him to take off his shirt, so that she could feel his chest. She explored him with hands and mouth, enjoying his well shaped pecs and firm abs. They were sitting on the floor by now -- on the big sheepskin rug we have before the fire, kissing again, hands roaming freely over each other's bodies.Without any instructions from me he reached around and undid her bra -- with one hand I noticed -- and soon his face was buried between her massive knockers. Much to his delight and hers. And mine. He licked and sucked, and her hands found his firm bum and held it tightly through his pants.The physical connection between them was reIanable, and I let nature take its course -- the photos were terrific. His hand slid down to the front of her panties, stroked her gently, and she arched her back and came, shuddering. It looked to me like something he'd done before. And yes, I felt jealous -- he was making love to my wife. And she was loving i

Hannah was cold and shivering despite piling several old blankets onto the bed. It was winter and the old farmhouse was cold, especially since the electricity had been turned off. The woodpile was getting very low, Hannah had noticed that evening when she got home from school. What would they do when they were completely out of wood? She managed to build a fire in the lone fireplace in the house each morning, but she was hesitant to build another fire when she got home from school because she didn't want to use the small amount of wood that they had left.Her father, David, was often not at home for days on end. When he was there, he was usually too drunk, or high, to get a good fire going. He usually bought a few groceries once a week, but not nearly enough to keep Hannah from being hungry. With no electricity, they had practically no perishable goods. Hannah usually ate some bread and, on rare occasions, a banana for breakfast. At night she usually went hungry, but sometimes opened