I continued to explain to her, and she felt that an erotic massage was just the kind of massage she needed to help her relax. Enough said, the next st...p was to give her the experience of her first professional erotic breast massage.Softly I attacked her firm left globe of flesh with both hands, circling clockwise and counterclockwise; squeezing and kneading. Gentle clawing before raking my fingers across her areolas from her nipple to its rim continuing around like drawing spokes on a wheel. By. I felt the same beautiful sensation as when I stroked my cock. As I rubbed my nipples I felt my cock harden again – as if demanding attention. This time I was wanking my cock with one hand while rubbing my nipples with the other. I had never known such ecstasy.The next day I was looking in a mirror at my body. There was not a hair anywhere – pure smooth silky pale. The hair on my head was becoming shiny and lustrous. I did notice something odd, my waist was becoming quite distinct and my hips. “What is a girl like you doing up here in Barrow.”“I’m being interviewed the day after tomorrow for a data input job for the pipeline.”“I’d work the pipeline but my back won’t allow it.”“Oh, poooor baaaby,” she ran her hand over it. “I love giving guys massages. I’m pretty good at it.”“Even big men like myself?”“Especially big men,” her smiled widened.“I love redheads,” he grinned.“I think you love all women,” she laughed.“That’s true but redheads are my favorite.”“We redheads have tempers,”. I walked faster into the room I had claimed as my own. I slipped into my nightgown and pulled on Aunt Marie's sweater. I immediately felt warmer. I couldn't explain why, but this room and this sweater were the only things in the house that made me feel safe. I sat on the bed, and as I looked through the nightstand, I found a journal. I leaned back on the bed and flipped through some pages. October 30, 1963Edward came to visit today, he is going to be here for a week before he has to head back.