................................In school, I would daydream about my teachers and I seemed to have a constant hard-on. I would look at my female teach...rs and visualize them walking around in lingerie like my mother wore. I could not stop it. I had no interest in the girls in my class. They were too flat chested and just not appealing. Funny how things change over time.... Slowly an idea formed for 'story-book' that I wanted to shoot. I discussed it with mom that night. I told her I wanted to do. But the panic stricken liftman is far from reassured. He says, ‘I can’t just wait here! What if it takes them hours to get us?’Savita still tries to cool him down.‘We can find ways to pass the time, talk to me, tell me the first thing that comes to your mind ’The liftman, though befuddled finds merit in what this sexy married lady was telling him. He agrees.‘Okay…yeah…sure..umm’Now the lift man says what came to his mind at that point.‘ I know I don’t want to die a virgin. I would always. Mistake on his part. We spring the trap, and begin to play with Mike. Light touches to his arms, legs, the continued rubbing of his now hardening cock, and kissing him. Both of us, kiss him, he can't believe his luck. His cock is straining, I undo his zip, and put my hand in and squeeze his balls, they feel big. I find his cock and put my finger to the slit and try pushing my finger in, it makes Mike moan. Mike tries to touch us but we push his hands away, and just touch him so much more. The. She stepped across and placed a bag down near the bed as she stood and looked down upon me."So how are things, have you been having any pain lately?" she inquisitively asked."No, no pain. I've been relatively okay really. Just bored a lot laying here every day!" I said to her with a slight smile, and soft whispering laugh."I can imagine!" she said and smiled back at me. "Well, what I can do, is try and help your muscles relax a little, and give you a little massage. Is that okay?" she.