" Sure you do," Shirley said. "Come on. Don't you find him attractive?" Well," Cindy said, flustered, "he's kind of cute, I guess." Not cute," Shirley...said emphatically. "Fuckable. Totally." Jeez, Shirley, keep your voice down!" Don't tell me you don't want to fuck him," Shirley went on in a lower voice. "I do. When's the last time I felt that about a man?" You want to fuck him?" Cindy asked incredulously."Not just want to," Shirley answered calmly. "I have. And I want you to, as well."A long. Not that our life wasnt exciting it's just we both work demanding jobs.But here she is with her new (old) little mirror laying in bed. " any luck on the translation " -adam" no nothing beside that it's some form of Arabic " -courtney Well maybe she'll figure it out we had a long day a head of us and off to sleep we went. Sunday I woke, feeling odd unexplainable odd. I seemed light that's the first thing I was thinking. And I was on the wrong side of the room looking for my glasses. What the. She gradually worked her way down my back, rubbing every inch of my skin. The oil was the warming variety, and as she rubbed it in it actually became warmer. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable feelings she was giving me with her hands.I lost track of time as the warm sensation flowed down my back. When she reached my lower back she applied additional oil and worked it in, rubbing both sides of my spine and my upper butt cheeks, gradually working down to my upper thighs. I sighed with. He did so again, and again, and again, and eventually managed to drink until he was close to passing out. John threw off the gown and collapsed naked on the bed, praying to wake up without a hangover. John woke with a groan, his head pounding lightly. God had clearly ignored his prayer from the night before, though at least John didn't feel sick. He was, however, now covered by a blanket. That made him sit up and look around. For a moment, nothing seemed out of place, then he heard someone.