I smiled. "Well I still enjoy being with you, even before you pleasured me," I said. Grace beamed, most likely pleased I didn't call it 'going down on...me', 'blowjob', 'oral sex', or the like. She seemed to be a woman who liked to keep things civil.Grace laid her head on my chest and we laid like that for some time. Finally, she said, "We'd better get off the bed. Only two things are done here, and I don't feel tired enough for one of them."I got the hint and we returned to the living room.. After my bath and a snack, I turned on my home computer and downloaded all my e-mails. Wanting desperately to start on the new proposal, I decided to deal with any urgent issues first. Just as I expected, I’m a workaholic with hardly any friends. Most e-mails are work related, some spam and one freaky message from: [email protected] Subject: You Message: When your doorbell rings, please answer. From: L Huh, WTF? Before I could even reply to the message, my doorbell rings. Totally freaked out, I. ...i gleefully answered hell yeah. i took off my shirt and laid on my stomach. she drizzled lotion on my back and sensuously rubbed it in withso she massaged me with her fingertips...and believe it or not, it felt sooo damn good that i nearly exploded in my shorts. after she massaged me for awhile, i decided if i didn't reverse the situation soon it was going to end with me in a sticky mess. so i got her to undo her bra and take off her shit. she too laid on her stomach and i began the massage.. As I said that she came over and sat next to me on the bed. She sat so close to me that her body was touching me. I took the calendar from her and asked her “What reason should I write in the calendar”. She said “Fever”. I asked her “where has Suresh gone?”. She said “to a shop in the market”. I knew that the shop was very far and it would take Suresh at least a half hour to come back. But, I did not venture further and just filled the calendar and gave it to her. She took it and walked off. I.