” As soon as her shorts and thong were off, she slid onto my massage table, tummy down. I turned on my cassette player. It had music that was sublim...nal in nature, arranged to relax both mind and body. I lit my oil burner that had Egyptian Musk Oil in it. I refrained from using the Hot Stones on her,wanting to save that till later..I adjusted the cradle for her head while she toyed with my balls and cock. I slowly moved back from her hands—not wanting to give the wrong impression. I removed her. " Carla blushes even more. George says, "I know those guys can't keep their eyes off of you. How could they not look at those legs."Carla pulls her dress down a little bit to her knees. George says, "I’m serious. You shouldn’t cover them. They look so nice."Carla replies, "Thank you. But my parents say that I shouldn’t be showing much of my legs. It leads to sin. Anyways, I think they’re too thick. I want to lose a few pounds there."George says, "N,o Carla, they look great. Trust me. You. I was hoping the wind would blow up my dress…let him get a look, go red in the face, reach for me, tell me I’m pretty (which of course I am) and I took his hand and said: “Let’s walk to the barn.” His hand was soft and warm and as we walked to the barn his hand brushed against my leg…I think he could feel I was naked…no panty line…no bra straps showing from shoulders…you know, all the things to make a boy hard as a fucking rock.Did I say “fucking?” What a naughty girl I was then…even then. She always quizzed me on Mike's study habits and partying schedule. Despite her good looks and sexy manner, I never thought of Miss Betty as anything but my roommie's mom. Nothing close to inappropriate ever transpired between us while Mike was at school.About a year after Mike left school, in the spring of my Junior year, a friend named Bob talked me into driving home with him for the weekend. Like college horndogs everywhere, we talked about the possibility of finding some action back at.