Because I didn’t know what it was that was being delivered, John followed me down and I saw the two men looking at me.“Hi there,” John said, “...hat is it that you’ve got for me?”“A massage table is what the delivery note says.” One man said.“Good, I need it by the pool, can you follow me please?”John turned and started walking so I followed and the two men followed me. John showed the two men where he wanted it, then he stood back near me to let the men unpack it and set it up. John did his. ” “I can, and I hope that it doesn’t disappoint you.” “I would love to know how to make it because I only order it out. Can you show me?” “Sure,” I replied, ushering her into my condo and offering her a glass of red wine. Julie was exceptionally bubbly and chatty as she watched me make my specialty, asking lots of questions, constantly smiling, and telling a few slightly off-color but amusing jokes as certain subjects came up in conversation. We had a thoroughly enjoyable meal. I realized. She asked what is happening to this. I told her that this is the normal process, when the man gets excited this process happens.Slowly she started to move the foreskin back and move it to and fro and she herself got excited. She asked me whether this hurts me? I said in the process of a man and a woman get engaged in sexual process the skin of male organ goes back and the head will be visible and enters inside the woman’s vagina and get pleasure as well as gets pregnant.Then she wanted to see. You know my need and revel in it. All I can do is grin sheepishly and groan. ‘Don’t move,” you say as you slip off your shoes. Walking over to me you pull up your skirt, exposing your shaved cunt to me. Placing a foot on either side of my head and then kneeling, you sit on my face. I eagerly lick at your slit, pushing my tongue into your soft folds. I sigh with pleasure as the stress of your day leaks away. For a bit you simply let me lick and slurp at your warmth. Then, not wanting me to feel.