”“I have a lot of good memories of this place.”“Terry, I’m in the races tomorrow. Why don't you ride there with me? You could show me your b...ck trails and after I’ve raced we could go on to your cabin.” Sherry’s blue eyes gleamed as she looked at me. “That’s if you still want to stay at the cabin. Otherwise, you’re welcome to stay here with me. How does that sound?”Before I could reply, she said, “Better yet — goodness, I wasn't thinking again— my ex-partner’s snowmobile is still in the garage.. He just smiled andtold them that he preferred to get on the road. He even left half a yardon the bar to pay for drinks.Two home runs. His boy had won the game almost single handed. Hethought the kid was a wimp, but he had come right. Iggy was stillsmiling.But as they came up to Ottoway Bridge Iggy could see a figure standing onthe North rail of the bridge, faintly illuminated by the poor light. Itappeared to be a young woman, her thin pink dress fluttering in the wind.It was a 100 foot. For those who don’t know me, I am a professional masseur who has several married and unmarried couples, divorcees, and single women as his clients.I was studying in the U.S. where I learned the technique of giving massages. I didn’t know that what I learned as a hobby will give me so many adventures here back in India. So, let’s begin with this new, true story that happened on Valentine’s Day, 2020. I had just woken up when I received an email from a young couple from Mumbai who was interested. "I've been thinking" you say, peeking from behind the bedroom door, "Maybe we could try anal for the first time" and you then opened the door, revealing yourself to be wearing your black laced underwear, a bra and skimpy g-string that I always loved seeing on you, and in the bedroom doorway you turn around, baring your ass to me and you seductively slap your own ass as you then beckoned me inside."So, how do you want to do this?" I ask."You really have to ask?" you respond."What I mean is, what.