By then, i started too feel her weight and put santosh down. She laughed and said (bus thak gaye kya ?)I said no and asked her whether she would massa...e me with oil.. She happily agreed and came back with massage oil. Made me lie on my chest and she sat on my ass and started massaging i was enjoying the massage by her soft hands… after working on my back for few minutes she turned me over and put my leg on her chest and start massaging it.. I could feel the touch of her soft boobs on my feet. You don't say something like that and not let it out."I again asked her "No matter how crazy it seems, you'll at least try it?"Just as the last word left my mouth, she sprung up on her elbows and asked "How fucking crazy can it be? We are in the middle of the fucking ocean with limited access to anything? What, is it?"I replied "Now remember, we're just talking about trying it, it's not like you'd have to keep doing it, hence the word, try."She then said "If you don't come out with it I'm done,. You know... help you have an orgasm." "You’ve got the memory of an elephant," she said laughing. “How could I forget something like that?” "You're a horny bugger, Tony Martin!” "Thanks very much," I replied indignantly. "Come with me." With those words she stood, took my hand and led me to her bedroom. It was a typical girls' room, much like my sister Beth's. There were posters of pop stars on the walls and the colour pink dominated the decor. On her bed was a giant black teddy bear. What. “I – I’m sorry”, he blusters.Poor man, I think. He is really suffering. Now is the time to invite him into my apartment – and into my body. He is nice looking and manly enough. Will you be a good lover for me, Mr Burgess? Will you want to make love to me, or are you purely a voyeur, getting your kicks from looking and not touching?My thoughts seem to have lasted ages, but only a moment has passed since his unnecessary apology.“It’s not your fault”, I say with a chuckle. “They don’t.