Soon I reach your shoulders finding, and working out numerous knots and kinks.I can feel your whole body relaxing, your breathing slowing down and get...ing deeper. I can almost feel the smile on your face, and the building desire for our bodies to join together. I continue the massage moving down your back, letting my hands wander just a bit gently grazing against the soft supple flesh of the sides of your breasts. You moan every time I touch you there.I continue to work slowly and thoroughly. That was actually one of the best moments of my life.After the award ceremony, people were coming up to me congratulating me – more for the kiss than for the award. When lunch time rolled around, Mrs. Olson congratulated me and unlocked the band room for my daily practice. I slipped inside, leaned against the door, and caught my breath. Upon calming down, I walked up to the piano saying, “Well old friend, it sure is good to see you today.” The lights were dimmed and the only light was the sun. Once at Hurdman, I wait for bus number 9 which stops directly in front of my apartment. Anyhow, there is this pretty gal I met about a month ago. Kitty Taariq. You’ve got to see her, man. She’s tall and very beautiful, with alabaster skin, long Black hair and pale blue eyes. Kit Taariq is the daughter of an Arab father and French Canadian mother. She went to Catholic school, and attends Carleton University. We ride the bus together. She’s fun to talk to. Kitty works at an art studio. She’s. “You’re welcome,” I smiled. “Let me know if you want anything else.” I walked slowly back to Becky’s desk, swaying my hips and silently praying that he would want a lot more. Unfortunately, Joe called Lou into his office before he needed a refill, so I didn’t get to give him a second show. When Joe’s office door closed, I turned to Becky and gasped, “God, you weren’t kidding about him! He’s absolutely perfect!”“And you haven’t even seen his best feature, yet,” she winked.“I don’t think I’ve.