He found her hand in the dark. Taking the bottle from her hand, he swapped it with the pills. He felt them get to her mouth. Then, again it was diffic...lt to not feel anything that she was doing at the moment. She took back the bottle of water for another swig. She fumbled with the bottle and accidentally spilled some of it on his chest. She was trying to pat his shirt dry, but his cock was mistaking it as a bunch of heavy petting. ‘Fuck’ as a manta wasn’t working anymore, instead, it was the. As I entered the massage studio, I was met by a middle aged Chinese woman in a tank top and a short, fluffy skirt. She couldn't speak any English, and pointed out the various massage times on a chart, to which I selected an hour.She then led me to a room, pointed to take off my clothes and lay on the table, and then I heard her lock the doors. We were alone and I suspected that I was in for a good time.She then started massaging my back, buttocks and legs and casually kept throwing the towel. The head of his cock plowed into his step-mother’s tight rectum, and he looked at her face for reaction.Her eyes popped wide; her mouth gaped. She shook her head back and forth, tossing her curls, and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her face was a lust-contorted mask that the inexperienced boy could not read.“Ohhhhh,” she exhaled as he entered.“Am I hurting you?” he fretted, loosening his grip on her hips. A frown of indecision clouded his face.“Oh, God, no, Jere,” she gushed, wobbling. A few days passed and then the suggestion was raised about me getting time off work so that I didn't leave strangers alone in a strange land.At this point in time neither of us knew the others correct name and had no idea who we would be meeting. I could have exchanged photo's and got it all out in the open but my story writing is my private domain and I felt a bit weird sending a picture because I didn't know who it was really going too.It was finally agreed that I would be at the airport.