Marcy was my mother-in-law and a long time friend even before I had met her daughter, Denise. To be touching her so intimately and to be so aroused by...her in the first place was making me feel very nervous. I simultaneously wanted to finish this massage like a pro and bone her as hard as I could. And what was up with Marcy. Why was she pressing all my buttons to get me so aroused? I thought to myself, "Focus on the task at hand." I continued to alternate massage strokes across Marcy's body and. "That's all for today, Babe." He smiled, and I felt a shiver ofapprehension at the way he said for today. "Why don't you run along homeand see how Jean likes your new look!" With pleasure!" I looked around for my clothes. "Hey where's--?" Oh I locked them up in a desk drawer while you were mincing around herein that sexy get-up," he said casually. "I don't think you'll need themright now; manly clothes just don't seem to suit you, as long as yourequipment is locked away!" Locked -- you mean. " She didn't look at him; she couldn't bring herself to do that. She knew if she did she would start to cry. The stress of the last thirty-five or forty hours (not to mention the last two weeks) were starting to have an affect on her emotional state. When she felt she had herself more under control she told Randy something she had half hinted at the night before as they had both read Michelle's journal. "I'm not going to try to go back anymore. I'm in the CITREG as Beth Wright. It would be too. I watched every muscle of her body flex as she walked. The perfect small upper mounds led to the flatness of her stomach. Her belly button sunk into her body naturally then gave way to her abdomen, where just below that, was the most sensual highlight of her body. With such perfect precision, a swatch of at least a half an inch wide was trimmed neatly right above her womanly line. Delicately manicured to precise length, each strand was cut at the same level and showed just what an erotic.