Don't try to deny it. They were snapping pictures of you with alittle disposable camera.I want you to go over there. Yes, you can do it, Bunni. You wi...lldo it. I want you to go over there with your bottle of cocoabutter and ask those guys very nicely, very sweetly, if theywould mind putting suntan lotion on your back. I'm serious,Bunni. I know you are embarrassed but you need to do this. Idon't want you to come back here until one of them, or both ofthem, have asked you out on a date. Do you. Using both hands I wash your back, sides and stomach.I lather up once again and go for your thighs, legs, the area behind your knees. You moan in delight as I move my way back up to your arms giving one special time getting your underarms, elbows, hands and fingers. I ask you readjust yourself so I can get to your calves and feet. You have gorgeous feet and toes. I start to caress your calves up and down, kneading on my way up and caressing with some more kneading my way to your tired. At any rate, the lines and whorls gave an interesting patina to the dull grey stone, and the entire surface had been polished until it shone; it put to shame the sarcophagi we’d seen in Bownammar, and those had been created by dwarves. The stone on the inside had somehow been darkened so that it was almost black; between the colour and the runes, it was mesmerizing to look at and almost seemed to suck in the light around it. I shuddered when I considered how very dark it would be for anyone. The next thing I know is that she's standing there in front of me, tears streaming down her face, this horrified expression glaring at me as I glance up only now realizing I'm no longer alone, cock in hand busily and happily stroking it."You're all alike aren't you?" Jill nearly screams at me, "All you can think about is sex!" Suddenly she turns and disappears from the den in a dead run towards her bedroom. I sit there stupidly for a moment trying to gather my wits about me, as well as the robe.