Not a word was spoken as first, both his arms, and his legs up to his thighs were covered in the sweet smelling oil. The girls were taking their time ...and the tension inside Daniel's body was rising. He knew he had three hours, but time seemed to be passing so quickly, and yet so slowly, as Harriet began rubbing the oil into his chest, and Henrietta moved to his upper thighs. Eventually their fingers almost met, Harriet stopping at the top of his groin, Henrietta stopping at the top of his. Her soft wisps of hair were d****d around my face and neck now, and she smiled as I squeezed her arse cheeks. "Do you like my arse?" she asked devilishly, knowing full well what the answer was. "God yes," I answered. She leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Do you want to get behind me?"I let my actions speak for themselves, lifting us both up so I was sitting up with her kneeling over me, my cock still buried inside her. She squeezed me tight between her legs again for moment as I kissed her. It reminded me a bit of how a snail carries its home on its back. He stood about 6 foot tall. He was older than me. He had long dark hair and a goatee, and he was in pretty good physical shape. He spoke with a bit of a southeastern accent and had a deep, pleasant voice. He would go from Faire to Faire through the course of the year. He did games there, and he had a circuit he travelled. The Faire would be in the area soon, so he was in town. His name was Jasper.After his arrival, we were all. We were pulling everything out from where we’d stuffed it over the years and were sorting through it all methodically, making piles - stuff to keep, stuff to donate, stuff to throw-out, stuff to sell, stuff to destroy, etc.It was early in the afternoon and unusually warm. We were both sweaty, dirty and more than a little grumpy. My wife was particularly fussy - pulling out all our dusty old stuff tends to stress her out.She was wearing Birkenstocks, ragged cut-off jean shorts pushed low on her.