It was a male voice that answered but even though I was a bit put off by the idea of a guy doing the massage my muscles convinced me to do it anyway a...d I gave him my address.As instructed I was freshly showered and in nothing but a bathrobe when he arrived. We chatted while he setup his table and I found my reservations dwindling. By the time I took off my robe and got onto the table I was completely comfortable with the situation.We continued to chat as he worked. He asked how my muscles got. Don't think you're uncle would though." Well, I definitely don't want to involve him in this." She chuckles."True." So is that a yes?" Yes."Petra smiles, before saying "Glad you agree."She then shuffles on top of her husband, to which he says "Guess that's gotten your mind on other things?" Sure has." Petra begins tracing the lips of her entrance against Mike's lengthy cock. She purrs as Mike sits upwards. The two exchange kisses whilst Petra lowers herself onto Mike's cock. The two break from. If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells. If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3. If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it’s Thursday afternoon and 120 minutes to “Happy Hour.”During training exercises, the lieutenant who was driving down a muddy back road encountered another car stuck in the mud with a red-faced colonel at the wheel. “Your jeep stuck, sir?” asked the lieutenant as he pulled alongside. “Nope,” replied the colonel, coming over and handing. Sometimes, he'd go masturbate by himself thinking of what we had done,and I would also be feeling like I needed to pleasure myself again.We'd also cuddle, hold hands, and just talk, and our "bonding" took uplarge parts of the evening. We'd sit, eat dinner together, and talkabout our day and our future plans.In a way, even though we were now complete fuck-buddies. We also gotalong so well, as when we chatted, we chatted like two guys sometimes.I could still sit there and talk with hiim about.