I asked if he ever got to massages breasts, and said he hadn’t since school and would need to practice first. I looked up at him and said ‘You cou...d practice on me, the girls are right here.’ In a quick motion, I snagged the sheets from his fingers, and pulled down the fabric that covered only a portion of my (now you gotta scroll back up to find out what size my boobs are) giant tits. His face regained that rosy look from earlier, my seduction was working, and asked if I was sure. Jokingly, I. Inez was in the process of telling the others about herself. I put my train of thought on hold so I could hear what she had to say."I've been around music ever since I was a little girl," she told us. "I'm from Florida, just outside Miami. I was born in Puerto Rico, and my parents moved to Florida when I was little."Florida? Puerto Rico? Now, I'd gone from "a bit unsettled" to"downright frightened".What the hell was going on here?I still couldn't convince myself that this was the same Inez.. Rachel smiled at him politely, like she was a cashier scanning his groceries. Like he had come to her to complete a simple job and it was now obvious she should be doing it. She shifted her weigh as the tile floor pressed into the flesh of her bare knees. It wasn’t the most comfortable place she’d ever found herself kneeling. She tugged nervously on her jean shorts, pulling them down over her smooth thighs as she returned her gaze to the main attraction in front of her face. She felt the thump. Not his fault, poor lamb. He probably thinks the same about me. Anyway, the time has come to broaden my horizons, and I felt the other day with you that you enjoyed what we did.”I grunted my assent.“Yes, very much.”“It’s not exactly a list I want to tick off,” she continued, “but things occur to me and I think I’d like to try that. Now, what you did to me with your tongue was incredible, and I want to do that more.”“Front or back?” I asked, genuinely not knowing.“Both,” she sighed. “I loved it.