“Go ahead and remove your clothes while I step out, then slide under the top sheet. I’ll be back in 5 minutes and we’ll get started.”I removed...all my clothes, as I had been doing for every session with Clarissa, and slid under the top sheet on the massage table, laying on my stomach. Rick returned and started right in massaging my shoulder and back muscles, using plenty of oil as he went. His hands were large and strong, and I could barely stifle a moan as he worked his way down my spine toward. I also saw Curt, Jason, Phil, and later saw George in the bar. All these guys were tall, masculine men, except George who was a young college guy. They all had an attribute Lynn desired, and I approved of. Curt was in his late 40's, a well dressed Italian man with slicked back hair. He was well built and had a large sausage cock with a huge giant bulbous head. Lynn loved his pictures! Jason and Phil were very blue collar types. Both men were in their late 40's and had a rough, masculine look to. "Since, you said please," he grinned down at her as he quickened the pace again. With each thrust she loudly moaned, coming closer and closer to a climax. "Mason. I'm cumming!" she moaned. "So am I!" he responded as they came together. Mason collapsed on top of her and kissed her cheek then rolled onto his back. Mikki cuddled closer to him, laying her head on his chest and there she fell asleep while listening to the sound of his heart. A few hours later Mason awoke to finding Mikki on top. Satisfied?’ She turned then. Turned and walked away. Got in an elevator and disappeared. You saw a nurse had been listening and that the woman was shaking her head silently, reprovingly. ‘What room is Tom Parker in?’ you asked. ‘I’ll walk you down. I’ve got to adjust his IV.’ When you walked in the door the sight of your friend ripped through your soul like a scythe. In your mind’s eye he was still playing forward, passing the puck to you against Andover, helping you score the winning goal,.