She releases me, my erection stands out, trembling and vulnerable, but I am glued, transfixed, to the spot. I feel my penis being squeezed, pressed fr...om either side. I look down to see it safely nestled between Bella's wonderful creamy breasts. I moan at the sight. She smiles up at me with eyes half-closed. I harden even more, which seems impossible, and Bella squeezes her tits around my imprisoned shaft, working it up and down until my mind is spinning and I am groaning in sheer ecstacy at. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”“Don’t worry about it, Heather. To answer your question, yes, I do feel that it is ... umm ... liberating. That is one reason for the policy. I take it from your comments that you have not spent much time without clothing.”“Yes. Just for bathing. Nudity is not something that happens at home. Not in my experience. It’s not that it’s officially forbidden, it’s just not an option.” She blushed again, then said, “I’m sorry again. Apparently, one can be too. As I felt his hands starting to apply pressure to my calf with both hands, I felt the towel being pulled down away from my shoulders. I froze in place. Was there a second person in the room? The towel was folded down on top of itself, now only covering my thighs and plump, firm butt. I didn’t have to wait long before I felt warm oil being poured out down the length of my spine starting at the base of my neck and going all the way down to just above the crack of my ass where the towel. Grace and I pulled off our shorts and t-shirts and lounged on the blanket chatting. Well, let me tell you, it became abundantly clear where Janet inherited her gorgeous looks from. Grace was definitely a fine example of beauty and sexuality wrapped up in a totally stunning package. Her miniscule bikini only covered the bare essentials. Nothing more, and leaving very little to the imagination. I can tell you now that I sure appreciate a thong bikini on the right body. While we were chatting I.