A truce was called on the condition that all hostilities would cease and the delectable approach to the mound became a designated no-digit-land. The c...ntrol center was not satisfied and thought the truce was precarious at best but the mound relishing the titillating signals from the knee thought it would be safe to enjoy them because of the truce and managed to appeased central control.Meanwhile the game in the warm sea above had halted and another assault on the neck was in high gear. That led. We became pretty good friends over time and that meant that we often showered at the gym after a heavy workout. When we did shower, I often snuck a peek at Mark because, whether they want to admit it or not, that's what guys do. He had an impressive package with a thick cock that was about seven inches long and covered by a heavy bush. I'm sure he must have given the girls a good time! I was aware that he would take peeks at me too, although like I said, I didn't care.One day, when we were. Karen was beginning to notice that even though she was giving her friend some pretty good head, if she did say so herself, poor Steve hadn't cum yet. "Dude, what's up?" Karen asked Steve as he looked up at her with a frustrated expression. "I don't know...I just can't....ugggh I just can't cum!" Karen put her head on Steve's shoulder. "Oh, you poor baby....Look you need to relax, so I have to do this." Karen climbed on top of Steve and straddled him. "Karen I don't..." "Shhh, look we have a big. " Taking off my shoes and my jacket, I climbed behind her on the bed. "Why don't you remove your tie, too and roll up your sleeves," she said. I did. Taking a couple deep breaths to calm my nerves, I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to knead. "Relax," she said. I grabbed a couple more breaths. "Open your hands and press with your body. Use smooth strokes. Don't push my spine. Work around it. Ah, that's good. I used to be a masseuse." Really?" I said. She had always been an elegant.