"Tired?" she asked as even his kiss faded."Tired," he agreed, caressing her hair. He sighed and rolled away, lying beside her on the mattress with his...arm over his eyes. In the early morning light his body was tanned and golden, a sculpture to the male ideal. His length, still nearly hard, lay quiet across his thigh, slick with her wetness. As she watched it began to relax, slowly shrinking to something that didn't cause most girls to stare in fascinated shock."Still, this was the best possible. His first touch was to her shoulder blades. She was instantly pleased by the warmth and the pleasant soft strength of his hands. He spoke reassuringly to her about what he was doing, since she had said a massage was something new to her. He kneaded her slowly, carefully with his full hands, making sure he always kept one hand in contact with her smooth skin continuously. The feeling and the subtle scent of the massage oil he had warmed and applied to her was intoxicating. His hands would glide. ”Wo thoda surprise ho gayi aur boli, “tabhi tumko meri gand me eitna interest hai.”Maine bola, “Aray tumhari gand to Jannat jaisi hai. Mann to karta hai din bhar teri gand se muh sata kar chat ta rahun”Wo muskurane lagi aur mujhe kas ke gand me spank kia. Phir wo boli, “Batao to Kaise ungli ghusa ke hilate ho?”Main let gaya aur ungli aur gand me thoda tel daal k ek ungli gand me aadhi dur tak daal dia. Wo bade gaur se mujhe dekh rahi thi. Maine dusri ungli daalne ki koshish ki par gayi nai to. He pulled a couple of big towels out of a cupboard and wrapped one around her body, the second he put over her head, gently rubbing her hair to get the excess water out. Then he guided her gently out of the shower. He sat on the toilet lid and pulled her to stand between his legs as he patted her dry.When he determined that she was dry enough, he reversed their positions, sitting her gently on the toilet lid, making sure the towel was wrapped securely around her. He pulled the towel from her.