She then remembered that Poppi was lying right next to her. She sheepishly looked over at her partner who was in the throes of her own orgasm too, bu... Poppi was on her back and the masseur on top and was forcefully fucking her. It was almost too much sensation overload to watch Poppi having sex right next to her while she was still recovering from her own orgasm. But as she watched Poppi she realized that her own masseur had done all that work and not gotten any benefit. So, she turned over. I couldn’t hold my tears and I cried. Although I should be angry at him but he was so sensitive to me, he got behind me and wrapped his arms around me caressing me in his body.I was feeling a bit better and he suggested that I take a shower. I thought it was a good idea so I walked into the shower, but I didn’t expect him to jump in with me. I wanted to be alone but he insisted that he took a shower with me to make me feel better.His way of making me feel better was to fuck me in the shower. He. ‘He’s okay,’ she shrugged. ‘Obviously younger than me, okay looking, but nothing to write home about. There is one thing though – I think he might be a well endowed young man.’ I swallowed and tried to look calm, but the contractions were now a churning mass. ‘Oh,’ was all I could manage. She continued, quite unabashed as if she were telling me of a holiday we might go on. ‘You know I’ve become a bit fascinated by, you know, big cocks. I blame you – I had never really thought about it until you. Then an idea struck… She turned her attention to the science teacher and raised her hand gently in the air.“Miss” she interrupted. Misses Oliver stopped talking and leaned her head to face Vicky.“Yes, Victoria?”“Miss, please may I use the bathroom? It’s, uhh… you know.”Misses Oliver’s eyes widened and she nodded, understanding that Vicky was on her period. She of course wasn’t, but wasn’t ashamed of using it as an excuse in front of the class. A few stray boyish giggles meant nothing to her..