"What about?" asked Ian."I think I was insensitive and angry when Jane told me she was a lesbian and I was always too hard on her as she was growing u...." replied Rita.Jane was their daughter. She was 23 and was now living with her partner, Helen, who was the same age as Rita. Jane was only 17 when she had told her mother she was a lesbian, only to be met with a torrent of abuse. Rita had also always been strict with Jane, frequently smacking her for the slightest infraction, as she was growing. I continued kissing and exploring every inch of her sole with my mouth running my tongue down the side of her foot to her heel and back up her arch to her toes, taking each toe into my mouth.Suddenly she sat up and leaned close to me and placed her hand on my crotch as she whispered in my ear “Do you jerk off thinking about this too?” and before I could answer she started caressing my hard-on with the palm of her hand. I was so nervous that I was trembling. She looked at me and smiled as she. Sometimes I pinched myself to remind myself that I was awakeI’ve never told anyone about my involvement with Kathy and Rosie, not even my closest friends. They were two girls who were a slice of my “coming of age” which was a lot more than most boys going through puberty ever experienced. My involvement with Kathy and then Rosie could be claimed by many young boys who have gone through the mysteries of erections. But I have to believe that my involvement at the convent at St. Bartholomew’s. But I reluctantly obeyed.It was good timing, anyway. My erection was about fully charged. I tucked it up under me as I laid down on my stomach. I heard the pump of the oil bottle and the wet sound of her hands rubbing together.“I’ll admit,” she said softly, “It’s nice to have a client who actually works out.”I was suddenly very grateful I had forced myself to spend my free time between mediation sessions in the hotel gym.Scarlet was a hell of a masseuse. Her hands were feminine and strong, and.