H. is starting to breathe a bit heavier as well as some little noises here and there which I knew were expressions of contentment. ‘Oh Jerry, that i... so nice, how’d you know about the long slow, short fast licking thing?’ ‘Gosh, I don’t know, I mean it’s not like I get to do this often.’ ‘That could change, Jerry.’ She then gave me a feather and told me to tickle her other boob, which I did and I was pretty hard by now and Mrs. H. saw it and said, ‘Too bad you don’t have my bra with you, I. Then with both her hands she took a ball from my bloated sack and squeezed them hard, I all most yelled for her to stop from the pain, but the pain vanished as Misty started to swallow my cock, she took half of me in her first go and by her third head bob I could feel her nose touch my base as her throat convulsed and gagged around me, the pleasure of her oral skills washed away the pain of her hands tight grip on my nuts and before I knew what I was doing I let out a long and loud moan of my. You turn to look at him. He puts his glass down on the table behind the sofa. Then he grabs the back of your head and pulls you to him. He kisses you passionately and deeply. His other hand is now between your legs where you placed it. You lean your head back and he kisses your neck. You hear the moans of the woman on the TV and glance up. She is now on all fours, taking the man from behind. He looks like a monster compared to her. His body is rippling with muscles. His fingers seem to wrap. Is there anything else that needs more work before you flip over onto your back?" I had a thought: weren't you usually supposed to have your buttocks massaged in a full-body massage? And what about my upper legs? "I don't think you finished my legs," I mumbled. "My...buttocks. Do you do that?" "Not always, but I certainly can if you'd like," he said softly. "The loincloths we're wearing are handmade in the village where I was raised, and so they are part of my culture and.