Before long I can feel him humming just like me.I think about coming around to wash his front, but I stay behind him. I want him to feel as comfortabl... with me as possible. Seeing a woman seems to make him all starchy and he gets professional on me. As much as I appreciate his professional face it is Not the one I want to win. So I carefully wash from the back. With all this washing and humming he ends up hard as a rock."Do you want me to take care of that for you?" I ask him over his shoulder,. I was unable to understand the situation and just continue to massage her now my hand were running all over her back side and I sensed that she was enjoying it as well and I asked her that her bra is disturbing in massage why don’t she open it to which she remain silent so I got courage and just unhooked her bra. Now she speak in low voice Saroj we are crossing the limit let’s stop here. I said don’t worry sis I won’t do any wrong and just massage her back but you know my friends my mind was. So it was in this frame of mind that he dressed for the evening. He wore black boxer shorts, soft and clinging, which he knew accentuated every bulge. Button fly trousers in heavy denim made the most of his 6’0 frame, and the shirt of midnight blue was heavy enough to conceal the details but light enough to stop him overheating. The coarse grain of the material rasped slightly to the touch, and the tactile inducement it gave was a favourite of his. Freshly showered and shaved, he felt good. Nunez copied him. “You give me no choice, Sergeant. You’ve gone native, and I need you back in uniform.”Ben jumped up and put himself between them. “Now hold on, both of you! John, just relax for a second. Okay?”John smiled. “I’m relaxed. It ain’t me you gotta worry about, but it’s cool. Have a minute; talk amongst yourselves. Discuss why this is such a bad idea, that bad ideas are gonna say it gives them a bad name.”Ben turned his head to Nunez. “Colonel, this is not the right way to treat.