Moskowitz complained about a stiffness inhis muscles during the course of the afternoon of August 13. At dinner,he complained that there was no pizza...with just pineapple on it. This wasa topping he had never been to enjoy previously.Just after the meal, he began to giggle, his voice rising slowly from adeep base to a lilting soprano. He jumped up on the table and began todance to a tune being played on another fraternity. His hair grew down tohis shoulders and lightened to a honey blonde. . As long as they don't go too far and become embarrassing. "And you?," I asked, "do you watch me get out of the car too?" I do," he said, "whenever I can. I don't want to get caught staring."I laughed. "Don't worry, Mark," I said, " I don't mind, especially if it's you looking." Thanks, Mum," he said, "So, what about this daily shoulder massage, can we work out a deal?" I get a nice neck massage every day, is that right?," I asked. "What do you get?" Well", like I said, "touching your legs when. I worked from home and, when I wasn’t traveling, there was not all that much to do. Having a boat docked at Carlos and Charlies was very convenient. Hot and cold running women up at the club and a nice comfy cruiser below. Yeah, sounds a bit shallow, I know. I just needed to get laid by as many women as possible in the next few days to get over the hurt and anger I felt.A few days later, she called again and was crying. I probably shouldn’t have answered the phone; I almost didn’t. I. She was dripping wet and my face was covered in her musky juices. I began rubbing the vibe harder on her clit and turned it up another notch as I flicked my tongue in and out if her cunt. Linda was grinding her sex into my face and had now taken me all way in her mouth, her fingers wrapped round my shaft and wanking me as she sucked. I knew I was going to cum soon and could not resist thrusting a little whilst I was licking that sweet pussy and the vibe on her clit was making her body shake. .