I pulled the towel up to cover my breasts and the lower half of the towel was half way up my thigh.Please massage my shoulders, then my tummy, then my...legs. I saw him look at me and then my tummy, with question marks written all over his face. Its ok for my tummy you can put your hand under the towel He massaged my shoulders and neck very gently and my upper chest being careful not to touch anything he shouldn't. He then put his hand under the towel to rub my tummy. I thought it was now time to. For the 1st time, he had the barber give him a shave. The clothes he decided to wear were brand new, including his shoes. He even put on new underwear. He didn’t know why he did but it seemed right. When asked why he was doing this by his wife, he replied, ‘I want to make a good first impression in front of Sophie and her parents.’ Now all he had to do was wait until that evening. In her hotel room in Boston, Beth was just as nervous. She didn’t sleep much that night. When asked by husband why. He slid deeper and deeper into me. He reached towards my womb. My pussy clenched down on him, welcoming him into my depths. I whimpered as I stared up at him. My entire body shook. I trembled, my breasts jiggling.“Daddy,” I whimpered in awe as I stared up at him. “You're in me. You're finally in me.”“Yes,” he breathed as he leaned down.His weight settled on me. I gasped as I felt pinned between him and the bed. His hairy chest rubbed into my nipples, the hairs tickling my sensitive buds. My. Please don’t think my tale is an attempt to proselytize or seek approbation. I’m still learning how to live my life and accept my errors. How can I tell another how to live theirs? I know not what cards you’ve been dealt with, your fated experiences, the era and places you traveled through. I suggest humility but that’s up to you. Many a great leader is guilty of pride. As Francis, the Pope said, “Who am I to say?”Who or what is God? What happens on the point of death? Where did we spring from?.