I led us back to the cabin. She turned as we got onto the porch.“Thanks. After forty-eight hours in that room, I needed to be out for a while. Maybe... we can do that again?”“Sure. Thanks for not trying to run off on me; you wouldn’t have made it and it would have spoiled the occasion to have had to zap you. I’m working tomorrow; do you need anything stocked up?”She thought for a moment.“Yeah, I could use a bucket of water for washing, but otherwise I’m okay at the moment. Some more fruit would be. I wondered how we'd clean up until Crystal reminded me there was a tiny shower just off the bedroom, the kind of thing I'd seen in motorhomes. Unfortunately, it could only hold one person at a time and you had to be under five feet tall to stand up straight. I got elected to go first as I had been drenched in Nadia's juices. I dried off in the bedroom so one of the girls could go next. I'd felt the plane start its slow descent into Dublin, so I dressed and exited the bedroom, leaving the tight. We were young, but we had each other and had known each other since middle school. Donald was reasonably smart and more importantly he was steady. He studied early and late, he got straight A's, and he went for a financial career after high school and graduated a year early. Our parents supported us until he graduated, and Donald went to work for the local grocery mega-chain. It was a reasonable plan, and fortune favored us. It worked. We were light years ahead of all our friends - stable,. Suddenly I feel some lukewarm liquid on my back. I look back and you are pouring a generous amount of olive oil onto my back. I can feel the slippery oil between the crack of my ass cheeks. I feel your hand spreading the oil over my cheeks and my anus. You stand there stroking your cock greasing it up with the olive oil and then you wipe your hand on my pussy. I feel like a Greek salad and your thick cock is slipping all over my ass. I can feel the head of your cock forcing its way into my.