'Lucy commenced working on my torso, making me feel very relaxed although my cock was still pointing at the ceiling. I tried pulling the towel tighter...to flatten my cock, but that was really uncomfortable. I also noticed that Lucy had undone a couple of buttons on her housecoat, one at the top so her boobs were almost spilling out and one at the bottom so her stocking tops were clearly visible.Lucy completed the massage, having given my legs and feet some serious attention and occasionally. I saw her say something to them and then turn and lead them to the table. My fathers eyes were out on stalks ogling Felicity as they followed her. They sat down opposite us. “Can I get you a drink?” Felicity enquired. “Aye, Ill have a pint of best bitter, and she,” my Dad said referring to my Mum, “will have a small glass of white wine. My Mum looked small and old and was wearing a dull knee length sun dress and her hair scraped back into a pony tail. She 2wore no make up or jewellery. She. Cigarette smoke that was literally permeated into the walls, ceilings, and floors. Another smell was, at first, harder for me to figure out what made it; but I soon understood that it emanated from lots of other men's sperm!The preview booths were always dark. The stalls typically painted black. There was never much light (except for the TV monitor on the wall in front of you). But, as my eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, I started seeing curious whitish colored smears, on the black painted. I agreed.I had to wait for her for half an hour! So I started to read other sex stories. She arrived in time. I saw her from the window of my house. She locked her Scotty exactly opposite my apartment and removed her goggle. She was of average height. Her colors was also not fair, but her features were quite good. She looked very energetic when she started towards my apartment. She must be below 22, I thought. She wore a gean and lose top. The movement of her heavy breasts could be easily.