And I was not sure she wanted me to. What about her, what was going through her mind? Did she ever want to stop? Had she had thoughts herself about ge...ting up and stopping everything? Did she worry about what sort of girl I would think she was? Or was she afraid to stop me, afraid that this “stranger” would get violient and take what he seemed to want, by force. Did she think that she was in more danger to stop me than to just allow it to happen? Did she worry about getting pregnant? I can’t. "There is a bidet and a shower inside," offered Marcus. "Do you need help?" I will be fine," I told him.I made my way inside on rather unsteady legs, and used the bathroom, including the bidet, and decided to have a quick shower, while I was there. I was enjoying the warm water on my skin, the shower gel sweet smelling, as the bubbles ran down me, dripping from tingling nipples, and running between my legs.I was lathering my hair when I heard a noise behind me, and felt strong arms wrap around. I chickened out and started on her other foot. This time she put both of her feet on my lap. The foot I was massaging was in my hands but her other foot was practically touching my cock. I saw a mischievous smile cross her face. Then she said, “I think you need a massage also.” Just then her foot started massaging my cock. A moan left my mouth. Gina continued to massage my cock as my hands freely roamed up her legs. I was just about ready to explode but first I wanted to make Gina come. I. I noticed his window was opened slightly and figured I had better close it before he catches a cold or something. I walked to the other side of his bed, slowly leaned over him and quietly slid the window down, but when I glanced down at him his eyes were wide open and he was looking up my shirt. Pausing momentarily, I wasn’t sure that what I had seen was real so with my arms still outstretched over him, I glanced down again and sure enough he had a big grin on his face that only enhanced his.