A beautiful woman ... an incredible woman ... a sexy ... sensual ... sexual woman!He wanted to touch her.He needed to feel her soft skin.He stepped cl...ser to her, and her lips parted in anticipation, as she squared her shoulders, thrusting out her breast, almost in challenge to him.Her feet shifted, to open her legs ... just a little, but everything she did was an invitation to him...Here! She seemed to be saying, look ... see ... touch ... feel...He was no saint, he was no god, he was only a. I mean he does work in construction. I walk over to his door, knock, no answer. Hmmm his truck is here, he must be home. I ring his door bell... nothing. I knock harder and his door opens a bit. Strange maybe he had to rush inside or something. "Hello?" I call out... "Jerry!" I yell. I walk into his house, now normally I don't make a practice out of this... but I get a little thrill in the pit of my stomach. My ears perk up as I hear a whisper of a moan. What sounds like a feminine moan.... The shirt felt like I was wearing one of those super hero tights which shows ever muscles and just hugged my body. As soon as I got out the bathroom, I bumped into my mother in law. She looked at me, smiled, and apologize that there wasn't anything bigger. She offered to go to the store and pick something up for me but I told her The don't bother I can deal with it. I went back out and continued to work. I noticed my father in law wincing so I asked if he was ok. Just a strained his back but he. "I took off my clothes, folding them and leaving them in a neat pile on a chair next to a small table that had a large bottle of lotion, a small lamp, and some washcloths and rubbing alcohol. I laid face down on the bed and waited, and placed the towel that was there over my ass. The room was dimly lit and speakers pulsed some cumbia tunes loud enough to muffle the noises coming from the other massage rooms.Lisa knocked and came back in. Her c-cup breasts strained at the fabric of the.