“I really appreciate you letting me practice my massage on you, Mrs. Parker,” Matthew said. “I give Stephen a lot of massages to develop my tec...niques, but there are some that I cannot practice on him since he’s a guy.”Not appreciating the full implication of his statement, Margaret just smiled and naively said, “That’s fine Matthew. I’m happy to help any time.”Matthew pulled the towel out from under Margaret’s body and folded it down to her ass revealing her back. He stood at her head and. I rushed out of there as fast as I could. Her cleavage, her belly, and the area below her navel stayed in my mind all through the day, as did the embarrassment. When I came home that afternoon, I didn’t have the courage to even go eat my lunch. I was afraid of coming face to face with her. I didn’t know if she was upset at my boldness of looking at her directly that morning. I was very hungry though and I couldn’t even think, let alone do my homework, because my brain needed some nourishment. I. As I was removing my clothes I noticed his penis "moving" i am not sure how to explain, it went from just laying to its side on his leg to kinda just move down, to cover his testicle, I felt so strange, I am not an experienced sexual girl, far from it, my sexual partners can be counted with one hand and have fingers left over, yet I felt kinda proud I was causing a reaction, there was this guys not incredibly handsome but very very attractive, not ripped in muscles but thick in Volume, kinda. We were tight, inseparable on campus. We commiserated during times of strife and celebrated our victories together.Most friends didn’t start sucking each other’s nipples and massage their G-spot at the drop of a hat. You only see that kind of ridiculousness in porn or poorly written smut. Yet there I was, with two fingers inside me and a boob on my face like I was some kind of insatiable nympho. But therein lies the rub. I was so goddamn horny. I wanted to take care of it myself, but they.