Ravi continued to massage me, but only my stomach and breasts now because I think he didn’t want to take the chance of slipping out of me now that h... was just in.I glanced at Mack again; he seemed oblivious to the fact that Ravi was now inside me.“He’s a wonderful Masseur babe” I said innocently, and smiled, squeezing Ravi with my pussy muscles.What to do, what to do, I quizzed; it felt far too good to stop. I looked towards Mack again, and mouthed, “Come here”He stood, and walked towards us.. I had some creamer and sugar and set it all out on a TV tray and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I looked around to make sure the apartment wasn't too much of a wreck and surprisingly, it was in pretty good shape. Which was good because I had just finished my preparations when I heard a knock on my door."Hi, come on in," I said. She stepped into my apartment and I shut the door behind us. "I guess it's my time for introductions. My name is Rose ... Rose Kingston. It's nice to. I had a great time, BSing with the folks at the bar. Angie and her BIL were cordial, and we talked as though we'd know each other for a long time. Angie was especially friendly. I had such a good time, I bought Angie and her BIL a round of drinks. They were appreciative, and Angie must have thanked me 1/2 a dozen times.I returned to the roadhouse tonight for dinner. Who had just ended her shift? Yes, Angie! I got an incredible greeting. Angie appears to be in her mid to late 40s, about 5'3",. Ioften lay there pounding my pillow, hating the thoughts I had. I was surethat only queers would have this kind of feeling. But I wanted more thananything to touch his cheek again and feel his body in my arms. But Ihated myself for these evil thoughts---these unGodly, dirty thoughts.We had Mike and Tom at our home several times on weekends. I did my bestalways to be friendly, but I tried to avoid looking at him. Whenever I didlook at him, I could see him looking at me. Sometimes I.