Believe me, I wanted that as well. Her hands werent strong enough to work my muscles very much but they were plenty able to rouse me to a fever pitch ...f desire. I lay there while her fingers massaged my balls and her mouth and tongue worked their wonders on my shaft. My hips were rocking as I shot my load into her eager mouth. It wasnt a move that was in the massage book but it should have been. Every day we worked on massage techniques as much as we did on wind surfing, and almost as much as. After placing his glass on the coffee table, Evans then moved behind me and placed his arms around my body. As his hands began stroking me he asked, “Hope you don’t mind me touching you?”“Evans… you are one of the most interesting people I have met in a long while, and I definitely don’t mind you touching me,” I answered.“May I kiss you?”“Absolutely,” I responded, before turning to face him.Evans’ kiss was gentle and after a short while, he moved his head back and confessed, “I had a wet dream. I am being nice to you having you stay here so I want you to be nice to me and make me feel good with what’s in my hand.”“But ... But ... But I don’t know how to do that!”Auntie moved her hand on his shaft which only made it harder as she said, “Then it’s time you learned. Take off those pajamas and turn over to face me. I am happy to teach you some things you will need to know the rest of your life.” Sammy complied, getting a lot more interested in this and less concerned about. He had a very full beard and long snarled hair with lightning bolts in a quiver at his belt. Thunder crashed when he spoke.Gary stuck out his hand, "Gary Zalewski. Pleased to meet you, sir. You must be April's father." Harrold," he said as he shook the hand, "Sir is me dad."Mother asked, "Is this your visitation period, Harrold?" Aye," he confirmed, "April, lass. Get your things." Uh, Daddy. I'm busy." You said that last century ... the Gods have conferred ... this time you HAVE to go." But.