” It was more to myself that I said it, it wouldn’t do to have the man start thinking I was talking to myself and mad as the ‘Mad Hatter.’ I c...uldn’t be sure just what he thought of me, with his expressionless face and with all the missteps I had already made before him. Then maybe it wouldn’t have mattered any if I was indeed the ‘Mad Hatter’, for he would do his best to keep me alive. It had been my grandfather’s last wish of him.It was then that I realize that this had really been a part of. If the doors opened, I wouldn’t have enough time to get up, but I could concentrate better without the strain on my legs....29… 30…Oh, shit! I was beginning to realize that I might not make it.I pumped frantically, my jaws aching, my hand cramping and my knees scraping on the tile floor. I gave it everything I had, ignoring the clenching sensation in the back of my throat as I plunged too far down on him.He let out a low moan and gripped my hair and…Ding!The door opened in a flash.I scrambled. . ;)We spoke for some time about each other.. Then I took out my aromatic candles and set up all around the room. My burner was lit and the oil was poured on the borosil tub to warm it for maximum pleasure and played some light instrumental to lighten the mood before we start with the massage. We sat on her dining table in the other room till the time the room is set up with the aroma and becomes a bit warm.She opened the bottle of wine and poured in the goblet and we raised the toast, started. Rosa’s is like an éclair with chocolate pudding in the center. They both felt very soft, particularly their ass cheeks. The sounds of their voices when they moan were contagious. It felt strange to cup both their boobs. They’re both very squeezable. Of course, they both squeezed my coconut sized chi-chis. Damn, why are they so grabby? I did suppose it was in our nature to touch a lot of things when in bed. We even touched ourselves and each other. It is quite impossible to know what part we.