Sarah opened the door with a big smile. “Hey! It’s so great you’re here! We’re going to have an amazing time this weekend.” Roger smiled brightly. “Yeah! Sounds amazing. Hope you don’t mind, I brought a six-pack of Henry Weinhard’s root beer...” He handed her the six-pack as he pulled his backpack against his back. Sarah grabbed the root beer with an excited squeal and immediately popped one open, taking a sip. “Oh my God...

Roger smiled. “Okay.” He crawled around behind her and pressed his knees into the floor against Rachel’s ass and gently started to work her shoulders. His strong fingers dug into her deltoids while his thumbs gripped the back of the same muscle and gently ground it together. He started gently. Then, slowly, worked in more strength. He worked his fingers along the top of her shoulder towards her neck. He gently gripped the...

“Sure,” Roger said as he slowly peeled his shirt off with one hand and dropped it behind him, revealing his broad chest and thick shoulders. He met their eyes and lightly flexed his arms and chest. Taylor laughed as Rachel coyly buried her face in her hands, her ears turning pink. Briana clutched her chest with an exaggerated gasp as the shirt hit the floor. “Ohhh my GOD,” she whispered. “He’s been hiding a whole Renaissa...