Fingering myself wishing it was his cock. My fantasy is distributed by the knock on the door. My aunt saying to hurry. I tell her I need to shave my l...gs. She says breakfast is on the table. I apply cream on my slim legs,and draw the razor up slowly. Touching myself I decide to to touch up my pussy. Pulling the skin taught I careful run the razor. Rinsing off the water tickles my clit. Stepping out and drying off, I apply moisturizing lotion on my legs and arms. Rubbing it into my breasts and. Then all of a sudden the door open and I heard a voice say we're ready for you. I got up and headed to the glass doors when I heard another voice from the back of the room say Damn! I was almost there! I pretended not to hear that and hurried down the long dark slightly lit hallway. My room was on the right. As I entered all I could see was the massage table and big smelly candles in the corner walls. My masseuse instructed me to take off my robe and lay on the table under the cloth. He left. Ok, deal I said and e told me to come to an adress coming Saturday just five minutes from where we lived.Saturday I went over and knocked on the door. It was opened by my brother who smiled and said I was not going to regret this. In the next room his friend from the soccer team, a Maroccan guy (Rob) I met a few times before was sitting chatting with a blonde girl in my own age. He greeted me and introduced me to the girl, called Sue. So what's up I asked, a little confused. Didn't your brother. I knew from the sound of his foot steps coming up the stairs in the evening I would soon be tasting every inch of him as he trained me well. On this particular evening I was sitting crossed legged in a big brown recliner chair listening to Dave tell me he was not interested in cheating on his wife. I watched his eyes move over the curves of both of my breasts. When he looked back up into my eyes he was met with a coy girlish smile. Right then I herd my boyfriend walk through the front door. I.