Then, in September, I had to get a massage like every other time. This time by the maid. My mom told me in the morning that Aunty (I call the maid ‘...unty’) was going to massage today as she would return by evening only me, so be prepared and don’t go out during noon. Following my mom’s order, I went to the room where I get massaged every time and laid down. I didn’t know whether to keep my underwear or not. So I laid down with it on.5 minutes later, the Bengali maid came into the room and kept. Bob turned her head and saw Sally’s hand inside her panties. He giggled and shoved a hand to his cock.“Mmmmmm, that’s it, Bob,” Marla gushed hotly. “You can do it, too.”Bob lost any reserve he had. He fumbled with his pants, Marla watching him in excitement. His cock popped from his pants, standing up very hard. It was not a huge cock, but his cockhead was round, and smooth and very swollen, his cockshaft throbbing. Marla felt her cunt suck inward with hunger as she stared at her son’s exposed. She has gorgeous long legs, a great ass, C-cup breasts, and the most beautiful shining and funny personality in a person I ever met. So the thing is I can’t even ask her out because she gets asked out weekly by all different guys, who all get rejected, this fact of course made me happy and depressed at the same time because it didn’t make my chance with her seem all the great either, and I was afraid to ask her out because I didn’t just want to be another guy who liked her.This went on for a. I’m warning you, tonight is going to be different. I’m going to ask the questions for a change.’ Other that the roar of the bus in the background, I heard nothing. When she didn’t hang up, I asked, ‘Did you really miss me?’ ‘Brian, I have something to confess,’ she said, side-stepping my question. Her soft voice quieted me. I pictured her lips moving, the wrinkle in her brow, and the way she set her eyes when she was making a point. ‘I’ll be waiting when the bus arrives,’ I said, thinking.