His hands were grabby, needy, almost desperate to touch, to feel, to grope and caress but it was Robin guiding them not him. it was Robin who had guided his hand to their crotch and encouraged him to grope it, to caress and rub it. They moaned softly at the sensation of his cock growing harder against their ass, at his hand finding their clit through the fabric and massaging it while he kept talking, about how still loved his wife even if he might never be able to talk to her the way she wanted and then concluding that maybe they could be happy all of them together, the three of them. Robin smiled and then let out another moan as they felt themselves lifted off the ground by his strong hands. Their ass still rubbing against his cock which had found it's way in between their spandex clad buttocks s that he was basically hotdogging them. Mixed with the sensations of his strong, if perhaps rough, hands on their cunt and breasts it was an amazing feeling. Not only was the feeling of him using them as a masturbation tool overwhelming but more so that he, at the same time, made sure to give them as much pleasure as he could with his hands.<br/><br/>They reached up and placed their hands around the back of his neck and doing so pushed their breasts out against his hand. They spread their legs wide and wrapped the toes of their shoes around his legs. It was wobbly and unstable at best and they almost toppled over and fell more than once but it was such a pleasure, such a rush but now that they knew he meant them no harm anymore they were determined to have him make good on his promise from that afternoon. They were going to make him go down on them until they came and from the way their body was already buzzing with arousal it would almost certainly be a big one.<br/>"Now eat me," they said and let out a much louder moan than they had intended.<br/>"Push me up against a tree, pull down my tights and fucking eat me until I scream," they added, grinding their cunt against his hand.