"W-what have I done tomyself." He thought. "You're definitely not a real man now." He heardhis wife's voice say in his head. It kept repeating ove... and over."She's right, I'm not a man." He got up from the vanity and stripped offhis suit. He walked to the closet and rummaged around in one of the boxesuntil he found what he was looking for, dilapitory cream. He walked intohis bathroom and began lathering from his chin down in the foul smellingliquid. The directions said to let it sit for. I rolled my hips up so the angle was better for him to get deep. He was soon stoking steadily. I felt his big head hit my cervix. There was still part of his cock left to go in. I wasn’t sure how that would happen but we both wanted it. I brought my knees up and but my hands on his muscular ass urging him on. I looked between our now sweating bodies. His dark black skin against my white body. It was springtime so I hadn’t got a tan yet. Even with a tan we would contrast dramatically. I could. "Are you all right?" Amelie asked calmly."Yes. Everything OK."She massaged my upper arms from shoulder to fingertips, then switched to my thighs. With a generous amount of oil, she worked on my legs and feet. It was like a warm, lazy sea sloshing over me...Suddenly Amelie's breath tickled my ear. "Lena?"I opened my eyes in confusion. "Did I fall asleep?" You dozed off. The massage was probably too relaxing for you.” Amelie stood next to my head again. She patted my shoulders."Would you like. She leaned to one side and used my shoulder to steady her self on her high heels as I wheeled my desk chair under her breast. Her breast sat straight out just above my fore head and I saw she was breathing heavy. I ran my hand up her thighs and she spread her legs and giggled as the top of my head rubbed under her breast."Umm Shelia I think I can help, I need to show you why getting a breast reduction is not what you need." Shelia said "OK." I said "unclasp your bra and let your breast slowly.