She took a turn, working ustowards the lights of the central city. "There is no need to overdo it,Mr. Sanders," she finally said. "You could have simp...y ridden theelevator down in silence." You think I don't fucking know that, K?" I snapped back. "You think Iwanted to flirt with that punk? Yeah, I could've just stood there, thatlittle prick was so fixated on my t-and-a he wasn't gonna give a shiteither way. Most girls in an elevator with their mom, that's what theywould've done, right?"But this. Sometimes, the new girls didn't swallow at first, but eventually, they all did. There came a time when the massage parlor set up a couples room where a guy and a girl could get massages side by side. They carved out an extra large room and put in a king sized mattress. It was generally a regular customer bringing his wife or girlfriend and two of the masseuses would give them massages side and take them to orgasm side by side. A few weeks later, my wife approached me one evening and said that. Tall, slender, and toned because of all the sports I have participated in over the years.*****I'm not sure which was louder, the sound of my cell phone hitting the book shelf or the vulgarity escaping my lips, but either way it was enough to catch my moms' attention. I could hear her foot falls as she hurried down the hall to check on me."James, are you ok? What's going on?" I heard her say as she knocked on my door.Knowing she would not just go away a leave me in peace I stomped over to the. Faster. Harder. Harder. His body slammed against me. I was just starting to take some pleasure from the rhythm of his thrusts when he stiffened and arched his back. He held this position for a few seconds – his fingers tightening around my breasts – then suddenly dropped forward on top of me/ breathing hard. I felt hot inside/ my breasts and belly burning up with arousal. I wanted to slip my fingers down between us and touch my clit/ stroke it till I was panting and shuddering. I wanted to.