The football talks continued when Kurt told us about his injuries from football and how his leg muscles always tensed up. He got regular massages at t...e University clinic to keep them from tightening up too much. Cristy proceeded to brag about her massaging skills, which I was able to vouch for. She then said, "You're clearly too drunk to drive so if you stay the night I can massage your leg before we go to sleep." I didn't even question this move as my girlfriend was always giving my friends. I want to touch myself but I know that’s not allowed. Not here. Her hands slide up my thigh and I find myself nodding my head; I want her to touch my sex so badly, wanting her to cup it, stroke it and push her finger up it. I want to feel her inside me.My body shudders at the touch but it’s over in a femtosecond. A quantum of interaction that is far too short. But she touched it; wetting her finger as she drew it over my sex. The same brief interaction scrapes over my tummy, touches my nipple. Standing behind Janet, Mike brought his hands up to cup her breasts, his fingers gently caressing the erect nubs of her nipples. His lips kissed her neck and ear, as the tip of his tongue stroked the earlobe. Nibbling at the lobe, he breathed in her ear softly, "Now then! I'm going to take you to bed now."Turning back to face him, Janet looked into his eyes and smiled. "Yes," she stated simply.Mike quickly rinsed the soap from her body, and then his own. He stepped from the shower, pulling. This time she lowered herself and kissed each of my feet. She was shaking with excitement. When she kissed my feet, I could feel her trembling lips.I removed my belt and tied it around her neck like a dog leash. I asked her to get on all fours like a dog, and she did it immediately. I asked her to take me on a tour of her house leading the way. She came in front of me and started to crawl like a dog.That was a scene I would never forget. Her pure white ass swaying left and right while she was.