Ayesha is about 5 ft 4 in in height and she has long black hair and very fair complexion and modest background. Anyways, a month later, we were sittin... and he showed me a pic of a model in lingerie and told me that he has bought it for Ayesha. I couldn’t stop myself from picturing her in that lingerie and suddenly had a hard erection. I changed the topic so that he won’t realize but I was continuously thinking about her in that lingerie all that night. A week later, he actually showed me her. ”“I heard it fell through with Jessica. From what I understand you’re on her shitlist.”He shrugged, “I just spoke some hard truths. She’s not as mature as I want.”“I thought you wanted to be able to talk to her?”“Sort of. But we were never on the same page,” he admitted. “Truth be told, we never clicked. Her agenda didn’t include me and I wouldn’t consider joining the crowd of admirers she seems to require.”“You overthought it.”“Yes. And then we got discussing about stereotypes and it sort of. I hoped it would not anyway."Let's dig some more," I said to the woman, and we went back to our cooperative efforts with me jamming down the blade with my boot while she held the short handle, her arm about my waist. It was almost pleasant and certainly stimulating. She tossed the debris aside, and we stayed steadily at the work for the next hour or so. When we stopped, she glistened with sweat and smiled at me, breathing deeply, a fine sight, as she went to the water bucket.By dark we had. She laughed and said, “Well, you at least need to take off your shoes and shirt.” I sat down and took both of my shoes off. I grabbed my t-shirt and yanked it off too. I got up and walked over to the massage table. Judy was going through her oils and picked one up and said, “This one should do. Do you want your front or your back first?” “Um... doesn’t matter to me. What do you want?”, I asked. She laughed and said, “Well, I usually start on the back, but I always ask. For some reason, men.