I washed her hair. I didn't just let the shampoo suds up, I massaged her scalp."Oh, God," she moaned. "Why did you have to be a cop?" It was either th...t or be a criminal. Would that work out better for you?" I'm going to smack you for that when you finish your massage, so take your time."I moved to my hands down to her neck and massaged it. I slid them down to her shoulders and massaged. I continued down her arms all the way to her wrists, massaging all the way.I took a hand and massaged it. I must have started moaning a little too hard because my son opened the door to see if I were ok just as I was having a major orgasm, I told him I was better then ok and would be much more ok if I had some help releasing some stress, he stood there for a few minutes and I thought OMG! what have I done but then he walked over to my bed and moved my hand and replaced it with his mouth and I need to say I had no idea that someone so young could work his tongue that good and I came so hard I. I thought I’d try something similar here. Below are three short stories describing sexual experiences I had as a young man which all involve a much older woman. However, only one of the three is true and the other two are bluffs. Which one do you think is true?Please post your guess in the comments section by typing the name of the character from the story you think is true.GayeJeanAnnabelleIf I ever get up to 50 replies I’ll reveal which one is real and then post again describing my further. "All right," said Deanna, "let's see how you are at foot worship." She flopped down in the armchair, pushing out one of her feet towards George. "Get down and get your tongue to work on my toes," she said and without waiting to see what he did in response, picked up a copy of "Hello!" magazine and started reading.As he got to his knees on the dusty carpet in front of her she kicked off one of the pale pink towelling mules that she wore on her feet and wiggled her toes, indicating where George.