I parked in his double-wide driveway. Carl met me at the door, inviting me into his home. Carl said. "I am working on my masseur license. I cannot cha...ge for the massage, but donations are always welcome." Carl was dressed in shorts and a golf shirt which allowed me to notice his nice tan. He mentions he worked at the tennis pro shop at the County Club. His massages were on the side. Carl was working on his massage certifications. We sat on the couch drinking a soft drink talking about Coco. Paul's cock was a double threat, being both long and thick, Sarah had never felt anything like it as the walls of her pussy were stretched to their limit, his cock hitting her cervix over and over as he began to thrust. Sarah cried out in pleasure as she felt her body shudder again as another orgasm rippled through her. "Oh Daddy keep fucking me with your monster cock, I'm your daughter slut now, you've claimed my hot cunt, now fill me up with your seed." Sarah continued to moan."That's right. Last night ... the music...” stammered Grace.“It can’t be ... no,” muttered the man.“Yeah so what if we partied. Wake the old girl up did we?” sneered the girl.“It was so beautif--” started Grace.“Hang on, it is, it fucking is. Jesus Christ!” exploded the man, in a broad South London accent. “You’re Grace Everley aren’t you?”Grace nodded and bit her lip. Oh shit! This is real scandal she thought. He dropped her arm and backed off, naked, hot, breathing garlic, his cock now dangling small under. I rolled my eyes, then looked back at her. She was wearing a crop-top and short shorts. Her skinny, pale legs reflected the light off the TV. I could see she was wearing a pair of small, pink socks. Wait, were those the socks from the bathroom earlier? "Sorry. I thought you were out with your friend." I sat back against the backrest of the couch and resigned to my fate of nurse-show. I'd sat on the opposite side of the sectional, but in the middle of the couch. We had some distance from.