Sensing my groin waking upI started to fondle her and kiss her deeply. She responded by returningmy kisses and holding me tight. "Should we head to th... bedroom?" I askedwith hope in my voice. "Nah, I'm not in the mood," she answereduninterested. "But babe, we didn't have a chance to have sex yesterdayeither!" "Your choice," she said. "But I'm horny and frustrated!" Shelooked at me flatly: "This comes a bit sooner than expected, but I thinkI'll set down my first rule - get some pen and paper."My. I still have an hour and a half before school is out but I don't think I can wait any longer. At class change, I unroll my skirt, trying to look as innocent and pious as possible. I walk boldly to my car (if you act like you're doing nothing wrong, the administrators will assume you are, in fact, doing nothing wrong), and drive out of the parking lot as slowly as I can bear to wait. I have to pee. I've had to for about an hour now, ever since I downed those water bottles at lunch. I haven't. It’s Ronak back once again with the third installment of my series ‘Massaging The Masseur Maid’.It was raining cats and dogs outside and the temperature had dropped significantly. However, there was no sign of dropping the temperature in my bedroom. In fact, the whole room was filled with sensual tension. It was just a matter of time before two hot bodies got entangled in each other exploring new heights of ecstasy.Tara brought her two legs together and I settler on her thighs in riding posture. At least in this instance, the promoters were attempting to present it with a sense of humor and some of the routines did bring a smile to my face at the risqué aspects with a complete lack of shame or guilt.I could easily see how such a show would be like budding flowers to a bee looking for the ingredients of some fine-tasting honey that would go down the throat with a sweet sugary taste so easy to digest and with a memorable aftertaste that tickled the taste-buds of the brain.One of those.