There was one massage table in a small, nicely decorated and perfumed room. She said, "Strip," and left the room. I took off my clothes and lay down...on the table, face down, with a towel over me. She re-entered, grabbed some oil off a shelf and began the massage. I cycle competitively, so I am fit and muscular, but if she noticed this, she gave no sign. She rubbed my neck, my back, my feet, my legs, and then my ass. She put her hand between my legs to urge my thighs apart, and started rubbing. She was hot and wet as my finger pried her lips open and entered her. Her hips hunched back against my hand as my finger stroked deeply into her clasping pussy.I sucked and licked her nipples as my hand worked on her pussy. Laurie's eyes were closed as her head fell from side to side. Her face was a mask of desire. She looked ready as I moved over her, lining up my cock with her pussy. I swished it around, getting it wet, then slowly sank into her tight hot well. Laurie moaned as my cock opened. The thin layer of sweat caused by her ag0nizing death-struggle to catch any breath starts to freeze on her yet ice-cold, shivering body. Now I do have some trouble to press and squeeze more sand through her gullet, her stomach yet full, close to burst apart. I try to ram the giant dildo with great force in her stuffed throat, shoving the sand out of the funnel into her mouth down her throat and through her esophagus. Again her neck is bulging, her gullet stretched beyond limit. I can see again. God, he is devilishly attractive. I’d jump on him now. I’m not bad myself – I have a similar appearance – brown hair, gelled down, t-shirt, shorts. But it’s his smile. He could light a room up with it – no kidding. I lean in for a peck on the lips – we being outside, I don’t particularly want to show my new found sexuality off to the adorning public, but instead of it being the intended peck, he doesn’t release his clutch. We kiss, our tongues lightly bounce off each others, god, he should know.