If you read the description of the massage my daughter gave me the in my first story, you will have a description of the massage my wife gave me. I kn...w that it is somehow wrong, but it was thrilling to feel her touch me, knowing that she was touching other men in the same way. When I kissed her nipples, they seemed to get harder than they ever had before. She gave me a really good massage and got me so excited that I almost came before she even touched my penis. While we were in the tub, she. Saltzman behind Caroline motioned her into the deserted classroom.Taking notice of her 18 y/o teen pert behind he watched as she climbed the steps the seat of her light khaki colored tight skirt tightened across her bottom displaying her visible panty line. The teacher could tell through the fabric her panties were briefs and as her ass cheeks undulated up the steps and into the isolated classroom door.Caroline’s US History Teacher closed the door, then locked and closed the blinds for assured. She leaned forward, bracing her hands against the shower wall. I dug my thumbs in a bit harder and to my delight and surprise her mouth opened into a long, happy-sounding moan. “Mmm, Jackie, please don’t stop…” Bit by bit I moved my hands lower, slowly massaging her sore muscles. Every few seconds she would let out another happy moan, usually accompanied by a shudder. My hands got to the bottom of her back. “Lower,” she moaned, and when I hesitated, “Please, keep going.” I slid my hands down. They had gone to the gym instead where he wasforced to make a total fool of himself ? as usual. But Mel had beenthreatening to send him to work in one of his sissy outfits ever since.And now it looked like that day had arrived.He was nervous to begin with, but surprisingly, getting into her cardidn?t actually increase that nervousness at all. But pulling out ontothe main road did. Sighting his company?s building as they were stilldriving toward it increased his nervousness as well. Pulling.