George’s face fits snugly in the small, padded window of the massage table as he settles himself comfortably.He can hear Janice making her preparati...ns, and George’s penis twitches in anticipation, still excited from his swim and thoughts of Veronica by the poolside. Janice’s bare feet come into view. George relaxes as he feels warm oil being poured over his back and shoulders, spilling down his spine. Janice moves to the front of the table, and George can glimpse the naked cleft of her labia. I've never told anyone about that hot summer's afternoon some ten years ago now but I had often re-lived it inside my head. I slipped out of my bed and headed downstairs to our small kitchen where I poured myself a glass of cold water. My dream was alive inside my head and my body was still reacting to those thoughts.It had been a hot summer that year and that afternoon I had donned my squaw outfit for the very last time. The seven buttons down the front were pulling as my growing body was now. “Tell me about him,” I queried.“Greg is my age but a little taller and hung much better,” Jeff said.“Sure, what the hell, we'll see what happens.” Terri and I drove back to the motel—one of those where you can pull right up to the room. We were on the bottom floor. Terri pulled her shorts on but left her blouse unbuttoned. We got in the room I fixed both of us a strong drink and went to my bag and took out some black pantyhose, a sheer black camisole, and heels and put them on. I hadn’t told. I fired my hipthrusters again to change my direction before turning on my backthruster and flying up higher than before.Flying was an absolute thrill; I could feel the wind, and snow, goingover the skin of my hardsuit, the slight changes from the ailerons in mywings and jump wings made to maintain stable flight. I could even feelthe slight rotations of my hip thrusters, not to mention the slightchanges in thrust my "engines" were making. It wasn't bliss but damn itwas close. I started laughing.