She reminded me (as if I needed reminding) that Christmas rush is exhausting and that a week or two at her house would be just what the doctor ordered... Some how her memo got on the subject of massage and how she and Sharon have been getting massages on a regular basis from this guy named Pete. She also mentioned there would be a special Christmas present waiting for me when I got there. This got me thinking; I wonder if Rhoda is setting me up for a massage. If Rhoda says he’s great, I will have. "Whatcha doing?" Studying your dick. I don't often get to see one when it's soft." It'll be hard in a couple of minutes." Would you believe me if I said 'that's all right'? We don't have to do it this morning." We have been rather frantic, haven't we." Just a little." She rolled his dick back and forth. She felt it twitch, but it didn't seem to grown any larger. "Most girls never get to see one of these things when they're soft. They're rather fascinating."He squeezed her breast, but it wasn't. So far so good. I couldn't tell his ministrations from that of a 35 year old man. His hands left my breasts and traveled down my body. Touching each and every curve. His fingers slipped past my black silky panties, parting my lips and finding me so very wet. I let him put his fingers inside of me. Relishing the feel of him. I pushed my body into his hand, wanting more. Needing release. He quickly got the hint, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down past his hips. I was pleasantly surprised. It was the kind of kiss that could make a girl fall to pieces, the kind that was long and promising, the kind that plainly said I love you. I wrapped my arms around his back and lifted up his shirt to stroke the broad shoulders that enticed me&hellip,then I remembered the hard member between his legs, and I slid one hand around his belt and down to the present that awaited me there. As I squeezed, he backed off again. Mina, I dont want you to feel obligated. He said, firmly holding my hand.