“We met when we were in college,” said Jack briefly. She waited for him to go on, but he did not.“Were you at the same university? Come on, I�...m curious!”“No, she went to Wellesley – that’s a girls’ school.”“And where did you go?”“I went to a university in Cambridge.”“Harvard? You went to Harvard?”“I don’t have a university degree,” said Jack, not answering the question.“So how did you meet?”“I played football. We met at a pep rally. One of those events where the school tries to drum up. "She was about ten years older than Carly, who was in her late twenties and could have been her sister. Both were slender blondes with light eyes, Carly's blue and Liz's a pretty hazel. Liz's hair was cut in a smart, shoulder length bob, while Carly's hung halfway down her back, but Liz was curvier from her two kids and about three inches taller at nearly five-foot-ten."I had my fun in college." There was a twinkle in Carly's eye. "So you've never had a massage at some resort? I always ask for. He was a mite smaller than you, but I think they'll fit. I'll just go back in the other room while you get out of those wet things. Call out when you're ready."Richard took off his jacket and shirt and used the towel to dry himself. He put on the dry shirt and then took off his sodden pants. He hesitated a second and then also removed his wet underwear, dried his legs, and put on the wool pants. He called out and was removing his wet socks when the girl came back into the room."Thank you. That. . Slowly and a bit deeper in... Then slowly out again. He worked me with a steady slow cadence eventually moving all the way in, giving me his full length. I had never felt anything like it before. He had amazing control, moving with such discipline he kept me anticipating his full length. When he was fully inside of me he whispered into my ear how good I felt. "I knew you would love it" he moaned. He was right. I was loving it. I loved the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of me. I loved.