His massive cock would slap against his thighs when he moved and it made a heavy sound, like a thick steak being slapped down onto a counter top. I be...an to want him, badly. I stood and waited for him to lay down, this was, after all, a place of professional business and I, a professional masseur. He turned to face me and just stood there, his hanging dick like an elephants trunk. It made my mouth water. “Come on” he grunted and motioned for me to come to him. I stepped towards him and he threw. Although her hips and breasts were small, everything was really in perfect proportion and only went to accentuate her overall beauty. He quickly looked away when she turned around and he wasn't sure if she knew that he had been peeking.She came walking back down to the beach wearing very short shorts, a T-shirt with obviously no bra and carrying her shoes in her hand."Did you peek?" Of course not!" Too bad, somehow it sort of excited me." Do you like for people to see you nude?" I never thought. We were staying in the same room and to tell the truth, had some intimate moments, though we are not lesbians. It was during such moments, she told me her early age sex experience.It all started at the school when she was in 8th, barely 13. She was very close with one of the primary teacher, who was about 23. This lady, Jaya madam, as Pooja called her, used to take her out for coffee or sometimes to shopping and buy her gifts and chocolates. While roaming out Jaya maam used to get some phone. This pedantic procedure would be painful to watch under normal circumstances, but now, the tension between us is like fine shards of glass, one hard breath, all it would take to shatter the space between us.Now that the thought of having him has occurred to me, it’s all I can think of. It’s all that I want. At last, I can take it no longer and I grab his wrist, roughly snapping his tackle box shut as I march him unceremoniously to the bathroom.Once there, I waste no time gleefully explaining.