That did it. She had to bite, ‘Where do I know you from honey?’ not concerned about the song anymore. Where did she know him from? It was his eyes... that strange color. It reminded her of one time, as a little girl, an electrical storm and she and her brother went out to watch -the sky cracked with lightening and color-his eyes were that color. Like a storm. He smiled, ‘You wrote me a few months back. You liked one of my stories.’ That was it. ‘Fuck, of course, I know him’ Emily thought, ‘Paul,. C’mon, Kel. She’s been here for less than a year. How many guys do you know that she’s given head to?’ ‘I don’t know. I guess I’ve heard-.’ ‘I could probably name ten before you finish drying your hands. And from what I’ve been told she was the same way at her old school. Blew like half the guys there. Huge, huge whore.’ ‘Really? Where did she go to school before here?’ ‘Taylor Reed.’ … ‘Stop! That’s not true! That’s not fair!’ Rachel’s own words startled her and she bolted upright in a. I said wow and told her that was about twice as big as me and a whole lot thicker. I asked her if girls always have fantasies and dreams of guys with giant cocks like that. She giggled softly shaking her head yes before she got back down on top of me again. Traci got back lying on me still softly giggling and whispered that Ted played with her pussy while telling her she was really wet. I asked her whispering if it felt good to her in her dream. Traci whispered she loved it and then giggled and. "A massage," I muttered to myself. "That would actually be it. To stretch out on the lounger, enjoy and return home with significantly less tension.”The offer of massages in my city was overwhelming. I scrolled downward, compared prices and addresses. As a small ad caught my eye: 'Massages for women only'. I clicked on it. Behind the ad was a neat website, which consisted of little more than a few brief descriptions with prices and a cell phone number.A woman answered the phone and introduced.