I didn't know how I could handle three weeks. Especially in a remote part of a really foreign land where few spoke English and there was little in the...way of European companionship.It becomes difficult; I have, and always have had, a fairly high sex drive. After a comparatively short time away, I found that the Shiatsu massage parlour took over a little from my missing my wife. A hand job from a strange woman is just that; it becomes mechanical relief. Don't get me wrong - it beats self-abuse. Thank you. Now I'm ready for part 2." I haven't even showed her my best part 1 moves yet," I said with a smile.Cheryl lifted her arms straight up and her smock fell completely down around her ankles. She was standing there totally naked with gorgeous blond hair—head and cunt both. Her perky tits were perfect for her slim frame. Maybe 5' 7" tall and no poochy belly, despite the three kids. She spread her legs, reached down and slowly drew two fingers between her cunt lips. With a wicked smile on. " Could I come in? For coffee?" No, Josh, because I'm worn out and I want to put on some loose clothes and just flop down somewhere. You want to take me home tomorrow night, after the game, that would be fine. But not tonight." OK, Sandy. And thanks again."She was right. Our relationship was all off-kilter. I was thoroughly pussy-whipped, and I wasn't even getting any pussy. I had put Sandy up on a pedestal and was treating her like a porcelain doll, not like a real human being. I wasn't. ” And she pressed her thighs hard on my head and thrust her cunt again and again into my face. Finally I eased away from her to catch my breath and she saw my throbbing prick all moist and took it into her hands, stroking it. “Jyothi. Don’t masturbate me. I want to fuck you and come into you. Later on you can take me into you warm mouth, when we get into the 69 position. Let me enter you first my darling. Spread your thighs. And she demurely did what I asked her. I came between her thighs which.