Now, when clients “prepare” themselves for a massage, they normally shower or bathe to freshen themselves up, and perhaps use scents to make thems...lves smell fresh, and this is always appreciated by a masseur. Asira had done the same thing; she had showered and applied a nice flowery fragrance, but underlying that scent was another very subtle fragrance; perhaps a spice of some type, but it emanated from her crotch area and was almost intoxicating.I let my fingers slowly slide up her thigh,. Her pillows of flesh were as soft and smooth as any baby's butt. As I kissed all over the cheeks I explored her crack with my fingers eventually landing on her tight rear hole.My kisses reached her deep crack as I shoved one finger into her shit hole. She moaned in delight so I stuck a second finger up there and then a third. I could see juice begin to leak from her twat as she demanded, "Come on Butt Fucker get that fat cock of yours in there. Give me the real fucking thing."In seconds my cock. Mom-: Achha ji.Dixit-: Aur nahi to kya har koi aapke piche laga hai.Mom-: Maska mat lagao ab to buddi ho gayi hu me.Dixit-: Daru aur aaurat purani hi achhi hoti hai.Mom-: Achha aisa hai kya.Dixit-: Ha.Mom-: Chalo ok bye ab nind aa rahi hai.Dixit-: Kya yaar mujhe to nahi aa rahi.Mom-: Mujhe aa rahi hai subhe uuthna jai kaam karna hai.Tumhe to kuch karna hai nahi.Dixit-: Aree ok ok achha kal ready rehana. 12 wale show me challenge.Mom-: Ok.Dixit-: Aur ha thoda achhe se ready hona sexy sa.Mom-:. "No sooner then she that, the local news station's meteorologist broke in, saying how there was a line of severe thunderstorms That were heading our way. Sara clung close to me as she always had in the past. She'd pull my arm around her, poised into position to bury her face onto my chest whenever she see a flash, or clap. "Come on Sara. You're not a baby anymore, you're a big girl. Start acting like one." I told her like i did hundreds of times before."But I can't stand these kinds of storms.