So by accident I found a Reflexologist who was also a very talented Aromatherapist. It's not by any means an unusual combination, but to find a good o...e that will take you on cold is rare. Which is why, for about ten years now, I have been pampering myself on an irregular basis. Patricia - she liked the full form of her name, but she won't read this anyway, so I'll call her Pat - turned out to be a diminutive lady a couple of years younger than I was and a full foot shorter, at a little under. I gained the distinct impression from Sam that she meant if I followed her instructions right I could fuck her arsehole after a couple of weeks, not the very first time I had been instructed what to do. But the last thing I was inclined to do at this minute was complain or seek clarification.So I did what was instructed and soon had my index finger in Sam's very tight little arsehole to one knuckle. I rotated it around and moved in and out before doing what Rebecca had instructed and inserted. I guessed I was doing something right by his responses to me.“Damn impudent woman,” he got out and pulled me back down to his lips. He then rolled me over. For my trouble, he fucked me hard and fast just how I liked him too until I was quivering jelly on his cock. He blasted into me with a lot of grunts of satisfaction, and I answered with my appreciation of his efforts. When we got our breath back, I sighed. I smoothed his unruly hair back and said, “I suppose we had better get up. You have. "I missed you so much." Same here." Kevin squeezed her, Bobby's arm doing the same a moment later, probably reacting to being squeezed himself. She lifted her head. Her friends looked blurry Laughing, she released them, hand going to her jeans pocket for a tissue."None of you had better be going anywhere for a bit," she said, wiping her eyes. "I don't know if I could deal." She saw Bobby's eyes were red as well, at least a bit. They both released her. As one, they retreated to the stone. Kevin.