My penis was dripping, and not from massage oil. But for the first time, I thought of my wife and what she would think. Surely, letting her take care ...ould be cheating."I, uh--" Yes! Go crazy on me! "I only came in for the normal massage service." Idiot! Let her take care of that! "Is that part of the normal massage?" Oh, god! I want you so bad! " No," she said, shaking her head. "That's not part of the normal massage."Sweetness covered me and finished the massage.Over the next few weeks, I. This particular one had protrusions that licked her clitoris when it was inserted all the way and she enjoyed the feelings building up inside of her.”“OK, OK,” Carby said. “OK.”“Are you sure,” Sandy asked, “I’m not interested in any more whining. Do what I tell you or leave, right.”“Right, OK,” he said.“OK.”Sandy told Carby to lift and spread his legs, holding them by his thighs. His eyes widened when he saw the toy she was dripping lube all over as she held it in plain sight for him to. We talked well into the night and John never came over or even called her. I know Kim was hurt over it but then so was I. But I could never tell her just how I felt about John.School started the next day and no one could believe it was I. I had guys asking me out left and right all day long. But the guy I wanted no longer went to our school. I went over to Kim’s every night after school that week hoping that John would stop over but he never did. Kim told me about midweek that John always stops. Most guys were worse or so much better than me, I felt like none of them could ever be close to me, y’know? When I met you, I met someone that’s just like me. I guess. Well, that’s how I think of it anyway. You’re the only person I really got close to.”“We’re equals. So we get to understand each other that much better that anyone else. I think that’s what you’re trying to say.” At this point, so much more was being said through our eyes.“Yeah, I guess that’s it.” He smiled like there were.