I was about to cum from all of the touching going on. Roger told us to get on all fours and wait. We did. He came up behind us and started spanking ou...r asses with his hands. Roger would put his finger in our pussies and roll around the juices and get some on our asses and then smack our bottoms and make them jiggle and splatter our juices. He got behind me first and started fucking me from behind while Rachel watched. I couldn't hold out anymore. I turned to my side and Rachel put her fingers. ‘Well… help yourself’, she motioned to the food on the table. Despite the fact that there were only the three of us there were three bottles of wine on the table. Jeff poured us all wine, all the while avoiding even looking in my direction. We ate and drank wine, chatting to each other, and innuendoes flying the more wine we drank. at some point I moved my hand and accidentally tipped over a glass of wine which spilled all over her. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry, let me help you with that’, I said and. .. most at the juncture of her thighs. I can feel the soft wispiness of her pubic hair. Unlike most women I’ve been with, hers is finer than the hair on her head. It feels almost like an illusion, like it’s not real. Slip my hand a little higher, brushing past her pussy, until my palm rests on her lower abdomen. Now comes the really tricky part. I need to rotate… Freeze; her leg is moving. Her breathing’s changing. Is she waking up? No, just shifting. She’s thrown her leg over mine; good thing. She paused for a moment—pulled out a tissue and wiped her face.One of my more pleasurable pastimes is checking out attractive females. Hey! There's nothing unusual about that—I like girls. I find each one of them fascinating in some way. In short—I like being around them.Okay, I could see she wasn't young: She was no longer in her twenties, nor, would she ever see her early thirties again. Even though I was fairly sure, she was probably approaching forty—she still intrigued and fascinated me..