I did not wish to play with little boys, preferring instead to play with girls. As I grew I did not yearn for the robes of my father, instead I desire... the beautiful dresses my mother made. I did not wish to be a farmer, I wanted to be a weaver like my mother. I was always at odds with what others, especially my parents, wanted of me, but I could not seem to change how I felt. I don't remember when it was I figured out exactly what was wrong with me, but I do know I was very young and I do. Outside her pussy was like a finger, but softer, while getting inside it, became a mix of rough and plain, the taste of the outside also became stronger, and at this time she was groaning, and her breathing wasn`t deep, it was heavy and fast, her belly was close enough my head so when she breath it gently touched it. Now my dick was completely flaccid but also fully stretched, she noticed it and turned around and we started 69`ing. The feel of her head on my leg made it alive again, I stopped. I lay on my stomach.“Don’t think about anything Nish. Enjoy the massage. Relax and Rejuvenate.” Smitha said while she poured some oil on her palms and placed her hands on my back. I nodded my head in affirmation and said “yeah”.The feeling of her hands on my back made me a slight sigh with the essence of pleasure in it. My eyes were closed, breathing was normal, the massage was going well. I don’t get to feel much of such things, to be honest.As the massaged progressed Smitha said, “Nish, your. Her body was refreshed, not feeling at all tired in spite of its being long after midnight. I'm getting nocturnal, she thought. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, pulling out tangles that had formed during her wild lovemaking. Moonlight glinted from the water's surface. She felt truly alive. To eat, to fuck. What more could anyone need."Let's go for a run, lover" she said to Lupe. She got out of the water and jogged to the path, then speeded up to see what he would do. He bounded ahead.