"Oh sure mom," Andy agreed to give me a massage. "But I will not take off my bra and panties because you aren't ready to fuck me yet," I told him. "Yo... know mom, I would love to see you all naked but if you wanna get a massage with your bra and panties on, that is your choice and I would not compel you to take them off," he told me. So I removed my nightgown and got down to my bra and panties. Andy was wearing only his boxer briefs. I could see the bulge inside his briefs. I lied down on Andy's. She could watch in the mirror as he straddled over her. His hands worked down her back and onto her hips. His lips met her shoulder as he lifted her up. His chest felt warm on her back as she felt his hand slide over her ass. She felt him push her panties to the side as his fingers touched her. She felt another bite on her shoulder as his fingers slid inside of her, feeling her wetness. He pulled back and looked at her in the mirror. Positioning her in the “doggy” position, she felt him. Several times he thought he sensed Mistress Ginger's approach, only to be disappointed. Then he felt a gentle caress of his ass and nails scratched the top of his hood. The bench rolled and its front elevated slightly; his hands were unshackled and the gag was removed. He worked his jaw, trying to ease its ache. His breathing became much easier and his hearing increased a little, but he still strained to gain a fuller sense of her presence. After entering the room. I removed my jacket, blouse,. "It's about two women. One places an ad, the other responds and they go on vacation together." "Were you thinking of my sister and I?" she asked as she moved my iPad to the dashboard. Her sister was also a waitress, but not as much of a knockout as Abby. I think they were fraternal twins. "No, I was just enjoying the story." "Why aren't you still rubbing yourself?" "You kind of interrupted me and also scared the crap out of me, that's why." "Well, you better get back to it. I've always wanted.