One night Barbara breezed out of the bathroom and into our bedroom wearing it. I immediately jumped in the shower. Between work and coaching pee-wee b...seball, then mowing a lot and a half size yard with a push mower, I definitely needed a wash. When I finished, I headed back to the bedroom. Barbara was looking all sexy, propped against the headboard with the flowing gown spread out on the bed accentuating her sexy panties and her nice legs... and talking on the phone to her mother. Feeling a. After a pause she added: "Yours is the first cock I've ever had in my ass.You're my first." Your ass is the first I've ever penetrated," I replied.I reached my head upwards, and we kissed.Our bodies locked together at both head and hip, my arms and legs bound in submission to her beauty thatmy eyes were unable to perceive.She tasted herself on my lips, and it seemed to invigorate her kiss."How does it feel?" I asked her."Intense," she said, and we kissed again, sharing ourselves.I could feel. This incident happened last week after I had posted a post on both Locanto and Facebook for massage services. After a few minutes, I had received a message from an unknown account on facebook asking about the service and details. She is the heroine of the story, Varsha (name changed). On further chatting, after giving all the required details and information to her and fixing the appointment I came to know that she was a middle-class housewife in her mid-thirties living in one of the reputed. There were scars, faint scars, around my breasts and betweenmy legs. They were far too long to be scars from bug bites that had beenscratched open, and I could not think of any reason why I would have gotburns there. And besides, burn scars would be unsightly and red, whilstthese looked like they came from a surgeon's scalpel.*Have I had a boob job?* I wondered. *Lots of women have them, but theyare normally older, in their late thirties and early forties or older.They shouldn't need them at my.