"There was something just not right about the relationship between my father and I. At age fifteen I finally ran across his memoirs after two years of...sneaking around his office. After dousing my mother with health questions I confirmed her yoga schedule many years ago and came to the realization that I am not now, nor have I ever been, in the need for a psychiatrist to tell me I must take Prozac.To finish silently reading his memoirs would engulf me in the knowledge that there were many places. Kirsten straddled my bum and began her massage, with the heat of the sauna and her hands were magical and I felt so relaxed as she did my back then front. We swapped places and I gave her a massage she began to doze. She looked so peaceful as I moved down to her thighs, legs and feet. She moaned occasionally as I touched her feet before turning onto her back and I started to massage her front starting from the feet up but Kirsten had not touch my cock and I didn't touch her pussy or breasts. We. I feel so full. Ungh. Oh my god. It’s such a good one. It moves around inside of me. It feels like I’m getting fucked by a large thick cock.”“Honey. Darnell is a very nice man. He asked me all about our relationship. I told him how much we love each other and how we understood each other sexually. He thinks we should finally end our engagement…”My heart dropped and my mouth went dry and I stopped jerking off.She repeated, “Darnell thinks we should end our engagement and I should get married to. M had done her homework. She had chosen somewhere local to boutique dress shops and near to bars and nightclubs. She had picked a hotel with a spa and booked adjacent rooms. She knew S would be hoping to share a bed with her and probably imagined he might fuck her, but if that happened M wanted it to be on her terms not his.They arrived early and checked in for their spa appointments; A facial, manicure and eye-brow tidy for them both. It was for M a routine luxury but she worried that S.