I scamperedquickly into one of the stalls, my heels clicking on the tile floor,lifted my dress, lowered my panties and peed into the toilet. When Iexi...ed the stall Sis said, "You really are going to need to learn to peesitting down like a proper lady. If there were other ladies in here theywould know you have extra plumbing. I want you to promise me; from nowon you'll always pee sitting down, even when you are in boy mode. Do youpromise?" Yes, OK I promise."As we drank our second cup of coffee. I slip back into the spermy swimsuit. No need to undress, I am still nude and this was the last piece of clothing I had worn after all. The tight swimsuit pressing my balls upward towards my hard cock is driving me wild. I lay back on my bed and I massage them with my left hand. They still ache pleasantly from the hard orgasm before, but feel more than ready for another. I run my right hand up the mostly unstained right side of the swimsuit, across the textured "guard+" writing, and then. “Time is catching up to me. I had a much firmer body when I was in college.”“Turned a few heads,” I quickly shot back.“Yes, I did,” Rachel replied.“You’ve still got it,” I told her.Rachel took a sip from her tea glass. We had reached an awkward point in the conversation.“So, let me ask you a question,” I said. Rachel looked in my direction, her head cocked slightly, waiting for the question.“Have you ever cheated on Jim?” I asked.“No,” Rachel quickly replied.“Would you?” I shot back.“I don’t. The work of a masseur is quite romantic but we get used to it and do not find any interest on women cos we do that every day and we get see females with different ages and problems since its a club there will be a female masseur also so there will be no chance to mislead.But one fine day a women aged 50 came to our parlour she was quite average looking women she was wearing a long gown, she inquired about the types massages and she said she is been having back pain for a long time and was not.