I had received a little bit of training in massage techniques and didn't mind one bit to do this for her. Especially as it seemed to relax her immense...y and made her open up to me. I'm pretty sure these foot massages where the main reason she trusted me completely. Unless I'm sorely mistaken, the only times I got to meet the real Emma Watson were during and after these rubs. The ritual had expanded with me introducing her to an almost daily End-Of-The-Day rum and coke to release even more. " "Oh. Like your infatuation with Angelina. A passing phase..." So you knew about Angelina and me. Why haven't you say something about it?" I think what you really mean to ask is why I haven't objected to your sexual relation with a much older woman. Well, the answer is that I saw nothing wrong with you having sex with Angelina. At the time you were already an adult and I knew Angelina is a good woman." Mom, would you have sex with a man almost half your age?" I am happily married. So far I. Something in his voice warning her not to move. A light touch brushed her from shoulder to shoulder and she barely stopped herself from squirming. She couldn’t figure out what he touched her with, but she shivered as it traced slowly along the curve of her back. Holding the position proved harder than she thought possible as it moved down the crack of her butt causing her thighs to quiver. When it stroked the lips of her cunt, she let her feet flatten to the floor and wiggled her hips to. That made me wonder if there really is any difference between ‘straight’ sex and the bi sex I was now getting into? I began to think there wasn’t and that it was all about the buzz! My cock and balls began to tingle even more as Mark took my masturbation towards a climax. My control over my mind and body had gone. I was a slobbering, whimpering wreck arching my back and raising my bum from the bed with my head rolling from side to side as I rather inconsiderately wanked Mark who was thinking.