. The spa had Grecian pillars in the doorway and flashing red lights, floral patterns on the awning, and the signage above had the spa’s regal name,...emblem. A short red-carpet was unfurled on the sidewalk, leading inside, like a hairy tongue.I’d been there once or twice. It was a colossal place, with a locker room, showers, a sauna, steam room, jacuzzi and small swimming pool on the first floor; the second floor a cavernous lounge area with puffy, comfy leather kick-back chairs, each having its. "Fine, be that way. I'll be in the kitchen, Sasha." And Spencer sauntered off.After some time of sizzles and smells from the kitchen, Sasha walked in the kitchen wearing Spencer's pajama top. Her chest filled it nicely but it was long enough to cover her waist and her upper thighs. Spencer was at the stove, spatula in hand, cooking up what he said. Sasha watched little surprised of how attractive he looked cooking. Maybe it was the fact that he was cooking for her was a slight turn on as well.. My stomach tightened, my back arched and I could feel the warm liquid honey pour out between my spread lips. Nat groaned as it started and pushed his face tighter against my body, lapping his tongue to capture every drop. The sound of his moans echoed my own and intensified my spasms, releasing more juice. Never raising his head, I felt first one finger at the entrance of my wet canal. Slow insertions, thrusting further each time, as I pushed down, he pushed his finger in deeper, stretching me. My name is Benji, and no I ain’t some cute little puppy with big eyes and a lot of scraggly fur all over my body. I have no idea why they named me that, they never would tell me, but like that little mutt from movie fame, I do have a way of getting myself into some moments, and this is one of them. Mom and dad, they met and married young, I’m the youngest of ten kids and all of us are what you call non-conformists. Mom and dad were raised in the sixties and their attitudes about a lot of things.