Finally, Dad started reading books on surviving breakups, grief and stuff. A lot of nights he would just lock himself in the bedroom and we would hear...the clicking of the keyboard keys on the computer. He was writing which I think helped him a lot. Remember how overweight he had gotten? Well, one day he started getting up early to run and he even dusted off the treadmill and the weight machine thingy and started using them. I thought he was trying to beat himself back into living again." Stacy. ” We then hit the massage room. We were alone in there as there were no other massage clients at that particular time. I played Ems body like a violin. I kept it all very modest and professional, but made sure the massage was as erotic as possible without getting pornographic. I even managed to lightly brush her nipples, just to keep it hot. As I walked her to the door, she suddenly stopped, looked around to see if anyone was watching. She reached up and tugged my face to hers, laying a not. “Come in.” She followed me in the house, as she did, I was suddenly aware that I was soaking wet, with a bathrobe hanging loosely off my body. “It looks like you were in the middle of something,” she giggled. As I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, I filled it with water and handed it to her. “Umm.. yeah sorry I was in the shower, I thought you were someone else.. Sorry.” She smiled and glanced at my chest. “No apology necessary.” Her glance made my pussy tingle. “Can I get you anything else?”. After a few minutes of this delightful interlude, listening to her small cries and moans of pain, I removed my testicles from her warm and inviting mouth and scooted down until my ass hole was in line and impatiently waited for her talented tongue to go to work on my ass. I gave another sigh of pleasure when I felt that soft, wet tongue dance around my ass hole. A beautiful girl was licking my ass while keeping her legs open and allowing me to fondle and abuse her breasts and genitals..