Then he moved around and got between Mara's long, slender, and shapely legs as she spread them farther apart for him. There was a part of him that wan...ed to feel his own cock sliding into Mara's pussy, but he had vowed not to do any such thing---or at least perhaps not until she'd given birth! So instead, he continued to kiss her tummy, and then, slowly, he worked his way down to her neatly folded labia. They were such a delicate shade of pale pink; like the unfurled bud of a rose it reminded. I quietly sat in the living room reading, trying to get my mind off what was about to take place, hoping I wouldn’t appear to be a nervous ninny when he got there. There was a knock on the door a few minutes later, “Right on time,” I thought to myself, relieved that he seemed professional in this small matter.I opened the door and quickly took in the man that was about to massage me. He was of medium height, his body proportioned well, and even through the casual warm up suit that hung so well. Technically speaking, you're not a girl of course - that's true. But if you're going to be walking about in lingerie all the time, what can you expect?Well dear? Of course I know it isn't your choice. I know that it's me that makes you wear the pretty undies. That reminds me. Tomorrow? Stop wearing those silly men's socks over your nylons. It's a ridiculous thing for you to do - and I can't believe that it's good for your feet.Yes, yes! I know that there's the chance that your nylons will be. Ginny shook her head, but inwardly fumed. Why did it have to be this woman? Why anyone at all?When Ginny arrived at the resort, she had none of the energy to socialise she thought she might have. Nor was she engulfed by the eligible bachelors who populated her fantasies. She had no enthusiasm at all for the sixties or seventies discos. Nor was she inclined to go on excursions to ancient Roman temples. She would rather stretch out on a towel on the beach, novel in hand, and dressed only in.