“Shut up,” I whine. “I meant what I said,” he says, his hand resting on my knee. “I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” �...�That was kind of on purpose,” I bite my lip when I say it. “You kissed me when you were still with Emily.” “Iridescent,” Jonathan says. I stop him before he can start arguing with me. “Maybe I should go,” I say. I turn and start walking. Jonathan follows me halfway down the hallway before getting a hold of my arm and swinging me around to face him. “I missed. Keith laughed as David sauntered in through the doorway, taking in my naked back and ass. David said, "Hey, surfer girl," as if it was any other morning. I closed my eyes, trying to disappear. "I waited until you were done," I heard him say. "Hell, it's just good manners." Both guys laughed, oblivious to my discomfort. It was obvious David didn't intend to step out of the room, and Keith didn't seem to care. I swept my arm backwards again, but finding no sheet there, I got scrambled up and got. I thought she was too good to get a massage of that quality and be a happy ending parlor. Everytime she got close to my hands whether it be her hands legs or feet, I would slightly close my hands and touch her. Trying to give her a signal that I wanted her to touch me. She then got out some oil and lathered up her hands. She started with my back and sides of my stomach. She was getting low on my sides and was getting her hands on my sides by my belly button. I lifted my but in the air and she. She wiggled around a bit, letting him admire her, and then hooked her fingers under the elastic band and drew the panties down. Foley looked with approval at her cunt. She was a true blonde and her pubic bush was a heavy mound of golden curls, slightly darker than her hair. She opened her lush thighs slightly. He could see the top of her slit, a moist pink gash that split her bush delicately. Her clit was rigid and beginning to tingle. She lifted her arms and posed. She spun gracefully around.