I was very hesitant at first, she begged and I gave in. We exchanged numbers and I entered AL, just in case someone happened to see my contacts. Looki...g back it makes so much sense now, but at the time I wasn't even aware of what was happening. It started with a text, a simple "Hello" and "What are you doing?" Then it was: What are you wearing? Have you showered yet? Will you think of me in the shower? We went back and forth. Before I knew it, we were sending good night or good morning. ‘He didn’t. We didn’t – never -‘ ‘I know, don’t worry,’ she said with a smile. ‘But when he’s not seeing somebody? You guys…?’ she trailed off, leaning over the table eagerly. ‘Yeah,’ I replied, looking down. ‘It’s not just that, though,’ I said slowly, meeting her eyes again. ‘I do love them both. And they love each other, and me. It’s not just about sex.’ She nodded, waiting for me to continue. ‘It’s fucking bizarre, is what it is,’ I said with a sigh, leaning back in my chair. ‘But for. Her hands pushed as if to fend him off but there was no strength in them and although she shook her head negatively and whined when his hands began playing over her body, Marsha was fully aroused within seconds, putty in the hands of the knowledgeable boy. The robe fell and the panting naked woman was his for the taking.A single swipe at the table and eggs, bacon, milk, coffee, silverware and plates were dashed to the floor. Marsha lay on her back, spreading herself for him. As Chris approached. She returned with oils and began to apply them to my entire body. The massage was feeling great, then she asked if I mind if she get comfy while she continued. I replied "sure". She took her robe off and straddled my ass and continued massaging my back. I noticed her breathing qetting heavy and her voice quivering, saying "you just don't know what this does for me". That's when it hit me, this little slut is getting off grinding her pussy against my ass while she massaged me. She began to.