The new friction recapture his full erection, and he felt the familiar ache that he was looking for. His hands reach to the front of her thighs, gripp...ng them while she returned every thrust he gave. Their rhythm was perfect. Beads of sweat ran tiny streams down his face and back as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. The spanking pats of his hips against her bronze moon spurred him on. He struggled to watch the pink flesh piston into her. His arms stretched to fondle her fleshy. One week before my chance: We are sitting in her office in the band room. We were going over the final few things before we would leave to the honor band for that weekend. When she started complaining about her shoulders hurting. I had learned from my aunt the year before, she had moved to the city to be a massage therapist, how to give amazing massages. I asked her if it was ok and of course she said yes. I was standing behind her massaging her shoulders as we talked about the things we had to. I did nothing, about anything, until the downtown building's 'Eve renovations' were completed. As I had expected the renovations took almost two weeks instead of one.I found out that the contractors were finished only because I stopped by the building every morning to check on the progress. I wasn't paying the bills, so they didn't answer to me. Fortunately we didn't have any differences of opinion, because I have no idea how that would have worked out.I can't say that I was surprised when they. About an hour later the girls came down together and Christine popped her head round the door and said "Right Sparky ! Pub time !". It was only 6pm."Seen Ann" I asked. "Yes" Chris replied "Not very convivial...we've had a few words. Didn't you hear ?" "No" I lied. I'd heard the raised voices but not the words said. Ann entered the room and we set off to the pub. Ann silent throughout while myself, Chris and the girls merrily chatted, winding her up even more.Ten minutes later we were there.We.