And for the most part, the guys didn’t really talk about their sexual prowess whenever I was around. I don’t know if it was out of respect for me,...or that they simply didn’t make their sexual appetite a central part of their conversations.John and Jim were school mates of mine. We were all twenty-one and starting our junior year at a local university. John and Jim shared an apartment together, and it was kind of our little “safe place” from the rest of the world.I had known John and Jim since. I am a part time masseur and give massage to girls and ladies as I like giving massage and I am bit trained in it. So this is all about me.Any girls or ladies in and around Coimbatore can ping me at to know about my massage services and can book me for massage sessionsThe story starts like I created an id in facebook and used to post on various pages about my services. One day I got a request from a girl name sasi(name changed) she was from tirupur and was interested in getting a body massage. I was paying attention to Pooja’s body now.She was having dusky complexion. Inviting eyes, nice lips . she was wearing a pink colour salvar suit. I tried to see and imagine her boobs. They were medium sized , later I came to know they were 34 size. her hands were soft as I used to touch them incidentally while sharing book or note book.After seeing all i said to myself – She was not that bad.The tuition continued . One month passed. Only few touches here and there could happen till now. One day. " She smiled at him and noticed that he seemed to be looking at her oddly, rather sheepishly. "Which blacksmith is better, I mean as a farrier?" Blacksmith?" he said, feeling his heart beat rapidly, his face begin to redden as he opened the cashbox. He had known several girls, even courted one or two sporadically, kissed a few, danced with more, but never felt like this. Now he didn't even know what to do with his hands."Yes. Both of the old horses need shoeing." Now he is blushing, very.