I love what I see." I told her. An innocent yet naughty smile broke across her face when she said "I believe you do like what you see." She giggled lo...king directly at my hardon. We both enjoyed a good laugh.Pleased that she was relaxing around me, I continued with our massage session. This time started at the head rubbing her temples, ears, sides of her neck, on to her collar bones, and upper chest. I was finally at her tiny yet awe inspiring breasts. I still worked cautiously but a little . She and Sharon were light and dark versions of each other. Sharon just a little shorter. Elaine just a little curvier.“You’ll see when Leo gets here,” I grinned and stepped between them. There were a few other faculty wives coming and going from the rest area. I was given a plethora of disapproving looks and one admiring one. Elaine had a few borrowed makeup cases arrayed out waiting for me.“Can you at least tie that around yourself if you’re not going to get dressed?” Sharon pleaded.“I can,” I. I’m neither. I’m just excited.” “I get excited every time I see you. I find that a bit scary.” “I didn’t mean sexually excited, Elaine. Though I can’t say I’m not pleased to hear it.” “Blushes!” “It’s all right.” He grinned again. “If you weren’t excited, I’d be worried. But what I meant was, I just have a good feeling about this. I don’t want it to stop, and I want to do it right. And somehow, I want to know that you are right for me too.” Elaine’s breath caught in her. I followed the skin of my scrotum back up to the shaft. How strange to feel skin sliding back and forth like that. I mean, it's one thing to have loose skin, but the outer skin doesn't seem to be attached anywhere but the end, just below the head. It slides back and forth, and side to side, caressing that inner spike in there. Ooh boy, I'd better cut this out; all I'm doing is making it harder. And the head! It feels a lot like my clitoris used to, but a little duller. Hunh. I just realized.