Not like it used to be in her youth. So one day Barb suggested a massage. Marilyn wasn't to keen on the idea. She had that true red head fair and sens...tive skin. Sometimes when people would touch her, she would shy away because feel like some one touching a sunburn. She didn't know what to expect and was modest about getting undressed and lying on a massage table in front of a stranger. It had been a few years since Bob, her fianc?had broken off their relationship. She hadn’t been with any. Dad was always nicer to be around when he was with his relations. Intent on leaving a good impression of what a perfect father he was. Yeah right!!When it was time to return home, Auntie had a whole pile of clothing and stuff - hand me downs for me and my siblings. There was fuck all room left in our car anyway so I volunteered to hitchhike home. Back in those days hitchhiking wasn’t considered dangerous and the highways were always lined with broke students with thumbs out eager to get a ride. Silky beige blouse under a navy skirt suit with glossy black hose and heels. “Again, A, or B.” Oh, fuck this was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. Sitting in this leather chair in a darkened room, it was just her and me. I could feel that my mini skirt had ridden up baring my thighs to the smooth leather. My pussy was juicing up, and all the time I could feel her, her breath, her hair, her perfume and her warmth as she moved around me.“It’s B,” I announced, proud as a pre-schooler. She wore white shorts and a sleeveless red top. She was still a fox and her body was still fine, just like it was back when we used to be a couple.Her name was Helen and she had been one of the prettier girls in my high school. She had long brown hair, deep brown eyes and a body that turned heads. She was a very nice and considerate person, but she intimidated a lot of guys in those days, including me, partially because of her exquisite looks, but mostly because her mother was an English.