The weirdthing was, I felt like I understood her more and more the longer I spenttime pretending to be "Cat" but my heart wasn't really in therelation...hip. It wasn't as open and honest as my pretend one with Martin.We didn't talk about deep things. I found my mind drifting to thecharacter I had created and wondering why I couldn't experience formyself what I was experiencing as her. So when she said she wanted me tostop texting, I said it was fine.One night I poured my heart out to Martin about. She moved her hand up and down my cock a couple of times and leaned forward so I could see the top of her beautiful tits and a nice cleavage.She then took her hand away from my cock – I think she could feel how close I was to bursting. OH, my – you are ready. She let her tongue wet her lips and moved forward and kissed me slightly on my mouth.She sat up and started to take off her blouse and revealed a pair of very beautiful and fairly big tits in a white bra. Had I known this was going to. I slept on my stomach used the towel to cover my back and I gave a shout out to Swathi. Swathi started her works on my legs, she took a generous amount of aroma oil and started applying with a nice pressure and kept asking me if the pressure was ok. Soon she discovered that I was wearing the shorts, she asked me to remove it but I was a little reluctant. She continued to massage my thighs, back, shoulders and my arms. By this time, we had stuck a decent conversation…got to know that she was 27. “You have the time it takes for me to finish this cup of coffee to convince me as to why I shouldn’t just head down to the local police precinct and file an accident report,” Gail said as she added cream and sugar to her coffee and began to stir it slowly.“Well, I was sort of hoping that since no one was actually hurt, we might each just take care of the damage on our own cars,” Dana said, repeating her admittedly weak suggestion from before.“You’re kidding, right?” Gail said after tasting her.