Driving home I couldn't help noticing all the nail salons, spas andbeauty parlors along the way. There's at least one in every strip malland more than...a half dozen in the large mall downtown. The hospitaleven had a hair salon when I thought back. I always assumed they wereplaces of torture, with all the waxing and plucking and the chemicalsmells. Are women in all those places soaking in warm, scented waterand receiving foot and hand messages? What else is going on that Ididn't know about?+. Your hand moves around to the front of the inside of my jeans. You laugh when you fell how wet and excited I am. Your hand just barely grazes my wet pussy, teasing me, as it passes by to unbutton my jeans. I groan in frustration, as my hungry pussy cries out for your huge cock. You tisk at me, saying, "Ah, my Jodi. So wet and ready….. such a naughty slut. ... What am I going to do with you?," with laughing eyes.I retaliate by shoving my hand down your pants to firmly grasp your hard cock. You. We played softball together as well, and he lived just up the street from me. And his wife is HOT! Anyway, he had a party for a football playoff game and had a few friends over. I had to work that night, so I wasn't drinking much, but the rest of the guys were more than making up for me. By halftime, the game was pretty much a blowout and it had turned into a drinking binge for the rest of the guys. His wife and one of her girlfriends who was there to keep her company (also hot), were not too. “I mean I could get addicted to you.” I raised my head to look into her eyes, offering a smile. She looked expectant, wondering what I would say to her confession of passion. My mind raced with a million answers, but all of them would spoil the mood. Fuck it, I thought as I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips parted for me and I caressed her cheek, holding her body against me and still holding myself deep inside of her pussy as our tongues danced. I kissed her passionately, answering her unspoken.