I remember grinning at that request, she said to me "why can't a man massage me?" "I'll request it if you want it" I remember saying but she said no a...d I let it go.When we got to the room, two HOT and I do mean HOT looking body women were in the room waiting on us. I swear my dick started rising up. We undressed, they handed us underwears but we both declined, I wanted to be naked, for her to see my hard black dick, and hopefully give me a slow jerk... man I couldn't wait. For the first half. It made me think 'this is what life is all about' as he drilled me and when he started grabbing at my bare tits and squeezing my nipples it was heavenly. An hour earlier I had been sat in the office all sweet and demure as if butter wouldn't melt in my mouth and now I was being pounded by a really fit young man, my ass in the air and my married cunt full of his cock, and I was loving it.He was just smiling as he rammed me, and I could have cum right there and then but instead he turned me on my. Karen saw it too, so we grabbed our things to get up to the floor so the girls could shower before bed.In one room, someone built a loft and put in a bunch of bunkbed mattresses. The rooms had high ceilings that meant none of us would hit our heads unless we jumped on the bed. Underneath it had a couch, some oversized bean bags, two desks, and a small, probably illegal, dorm-sized fridge filled with bottles of water.The other room was a chill spot. They had set up study desks with each having. The priest was kind. Said it was a crush,and not really sexual, not gay at all, and that I shouldn't worry about it.But I couldn't quit thinking him. I started wondering what he looked likenaked. Started enjoying when he would wear a shirt open at the collar, andI could see the hair bushing out. Wishing he had been my Dad, andwondering if he thought I was less of a guy because my chest is completelysmooth. Then one night, I beat off thinking about his chest. Wonderingwhat it looked like. .