His male self no longer fit in his boxers. He rubbed his crotch, then shoved the panty in his pocket and undid his belt and snap. The zipper came down...halfway before his eager hand turned the knob. He pushed the door open a bit. Her eyes were closed and she was undulating gently on the couch, her hand rubbing in circles. The package was forgotten on the porch. The air was heavy with perfume, hairspray and woman-scent. He tiptoed to the couch and knelt.In a move that would have made a mountain. For real. I'm not lying. But, well, I guess if we can just hang out, and not do any more of that, I get it. It kinda sucks. I mean, it was awesome and all. But I get it." Good," I said and smiled."Would you do it again with me? Just like, you know, once more? Not to sound creepy, but I dunno, I just kinda wanted to do it again," Marissa said.I knew I should not have done it. In my gut, I knew it was wrong. But Christ, she kissed so good. The small little round lips on her cute little face,. I smiled at him again and asked if him whether he was giving myself relief regularly? Dan nodded my head. Then I asked, "how often?" Dan whispered, "three or four times a day." I then asked him when was the last time I had done it? "Well, except for the incident today, about 6 days ago, Grandma." I think I surprised him when I said that it was perfectly OK to do it while he stayed with me. After all I do it too. In fact, most people do it. Dan stared at me with mouth open. "What do you mean,. There was big table in the room. It almost looked like a massage table. So I suggested her, she can lie down on this table, making the bed to go dirty free.We both changed into comfortable clothing. She was little hesitant initially, to make her feel better, I told her, I would start the massage over her clothes. I started massaging her shoulders. She was in her saree. After few minutes, I asked her to lie down on the table, so that I can massage her legs. It was not a massage rather. I was.