“Enjoying some alone time?” my gym buddy laughed as he closed the door behind him.Again, I was completely embarrassed – “Oh my god I am so sor...y – I’ll leave” I said as I was locked onto his eyes. There wasn’t any condemnation there – just, something.He looked back at me, smiled and dropped his towel. I hadn’t really looked at him before but now, standing there naked, I saw a beautiful man with a great toned body and a perfectly shaped, very hard long cock standing there smiling at me and my. His first touch was to her shoulder blades. She was instantly pleased by the warmth and the pleasant soft strength of his hands. He spoke reassuringly to her about what he was doing, since she had said a massage was something new to her. He kneaded her slowly, carefully with his full hands, making sure he always kept one hand in contact with her smooth skin continuously. The feeling and the subtle scent of the massage oil he had warmed and applied to her was intoxicating. His hands would glide. She was grateful for the coffee, I guess she had been saving to buy books and could not spend much else on her trip up to London.I asked how she planned to spend her day in London, she replied buying books in the morning then seeing the sights. When we took out books to the counter I insisted on paying for hers and we wandered off out into the sunshine. I took her on a tour of the sights of central London, and she enjoyed it. I have a little one bedroom flat in central London, which I use when. “I’m Natasha. This is my mum Mrs Byrne, or Rachel, and this is Sara.”Fiona didn’t look up or react in any way. She mumbled something else.“She says ‘sorry’,” Natasha relayed to the others.“Don’t be sorry,” Rachel was appalled. There was silence while her mind raced. Nobody knew what to say.Well, she had to bite the bullet. There was no alternative, after all. The time to decide was now and this poor girl was nearly her step-daughter in a sense. Pat wasn’t going to take her back, whatever she.