She smiled, “Really…”, she replied, “I hope its as good as the last time, as I remember…”, she continued.“Probably better…but you must...really, really trust me OK”, I said.“Hmmm…”, she replied, “How bad is it…”, she continued.“Not bad, just different”, I replied, and with that we left the room and headed out into Old London Town.We walked for a while before finding a suitable restaurant where we could eat. The conversation was easy, as easy as it was the first time. We just seemed to be on the. About 5 minutes later, 2 girls entered the room and he immediately got nervous and excited at the same time. They said, “You want massage, do you?” His voice began to choke and all he could say was, “Yuu, Yuu, Yes, please”.They began to rub their hands on his legs and slowly worked their way up to his neck. He had not received a massage in years and his body was definitely knotted up and tense. Their hands were experts at relieving the tension points and he began to moan as they continued. . She suddenly stopped and I protested, but she began again, this time licking the veins on my dick. She traced it up and down, and I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. Minutes later I had no choice but to cum: in her mouth. This was the biggest orgasm I had ever had. It started spilling over her tits, while she was gagging. It was awesome.After she was done, I sat back, thinking it was over. But I was so wrong. She grabbed my hand and jammed two of my fingers in her pussy. She. I’m not too old. Could you stop to pick up some cigarettes?” I said: “Oh, not at all. Please by some for me too." We stopped to collect a pack of cigarettes, but didn’t find a lighter. The one fitted in car didn’t work either. Since we were too close to Paula’s home, we'd smoke at her place. I talked nice to her and gave her some compliments; the excellent mother and son relationship, and the like. she commented to this by saying she never interfered or got inquisitive with Albert if.