My neck hurt and my hands and feet were cold. "A massage," I muttered to myself. "That would actually be it. To stretch out on the lounger, enjoy and ...eturn home with significantly less tension.”The offer of massages in my city was overwhelming. I scrolled downward, compared prices and addresses. As a small ad caught my eye: 'Massages for women only'. I clicked on it. Behind the ad was a neat website, which consisted of little more than a few brief descriptions with prices and a cell phone. It is my house, so i never think of any extensive cleaning, especially in the master bath and bedroom, as its shut off when we have others over. thats why we keep the guest bath nice and tidy. i opened the door to the bathroom, and stood in shock. there was brian staring right at me with a panicked look on his face. he was hunched over a little (not sitting) and i dont know why, but my eyes immediately looked down. thats when my panic set in. almost completely pulled up to his waist were a pair. ”“Indeed.”“It’s too big. I’ve, you know, put my fingertip in there. It’s very small and tight.”“You will stretch. Remember that is where babies emerge.”She nodded and wrinkled her brow. Then she held my cock gently with her left hand. “What makes it work, make your seed come out?”“Friction,” I said. “Rubbing back and forth.”“You mean if I,” and she stroked down firmly, “if I did this some more, it might, what’s the word?”“Ejaculate,” I said. “Probably.”“Tell me about condoms,” she said and our. May I speak to Kirsten, please?" Mom didn't even try to hide that she was listening. Her eyebrows went up and she actually chuckled in the nearly silent way she had."Hello, Arthur," Mr. Kennedy said. "How are you today?" I'm good. How are you?" Fine, fine. I'll see if Kirsten is available."When he put down the phone, I could hear a saxophone playing. A few moments later, it stopped, and then Kirsten came on. "Hi, Arthur. What did you want?" I bought a used guitar today. I was wondering if you.