They would start at 5pm so I would be home when she got home. She attended both and came home very relaxed, and it improved our sex life as each night...after a massage we would fuck. I learnt from my wife Jordan was 20 years younger than my wife and had set this business up after he had qualified. My wife was clearly enjoying it, both the physical and social side, so I agreed to book up 6 months of massages, one every two weeks.Things continued as normal until one day my wife came home. She said. "She responded with a tight smile, "Now that's my good little girl! Armsup, Candy, and hold your head up."My humiliation mounted when the sadistic women resumed where they'dleft off. The flounced shortie petticoat was lowered over my head andthreaded over my compliantly-raised arms. The silky-smooth nylon bodiceslithered liquidly over my shivering torso, making my little nippleshard as buttons. At least it covered the embarrassing bulge tenting outthe front of my thick cotton panties - if only. As he slid the head of his cock up and down, I felt like I was going to cum from the anticipation of waiting for him to fuck me. Closing my eyes, I laid there as the head of his cock slowly entered my very wet pussy. When he was fully inside of me, I could feel my legs start to tremble as my body rocked with my first orgasm of the day. I moaned for him to fuck me and wrapped my legs around him, forcing his cock deeper inside.Enzo continued to fuck me, sliding his black cock slowly in and out of. " I removed the picture and there she was. In the picture she was as pretty as I remembered. Turning to the bed, she was just as pretty in person. I leaned over and swapped a little spit with her. Her hands were all over my body, just like before. But I wasn't the bumbling little kid of fifteen anymore. I gently pushed her back down and dove in. She wasn't expecting that. No one at school ever ate pussy. The boys expected the blow job, but none of them were man enough to give as well as take..