Her strong hands she went to work on my muscles.She then surprised me when, about fifteen minutes into the massage, she said, “Tell me, you like a p...ostate massage. You want that?” I replied, “Yes, I don’t mind,”She then stopped, got off of me and I heard her open the oil bottle. She then climbed back on my back and began massaging my butt and letting her fingers linger over my asshole. She then started inserting an oiled-up finger into my ass rubbing my prostate. Usually, this had always. She was blonde and obviously very sexual. We were virgin teenage boys desperate to fuck a mature woman just like her. When we reached the final week of our last term I told her I wanted to leave home and do an extra year at another college. She said I could lodge in her house, which was large and contained her young children and husband. I moved in during the summer vacation. Her husband was away for a month and she made it plain he was a liberal-minded man who gave her permission to follow. Last summer in the middle of July it was a blistering 105 degrees plus the humidity, which made it hotter. I had just gotten home from football practice and was drenched in sweat. I walked in the house and I went in to take a shower. I had noticed my sister had fallen asleep on my bad, but I didn’t think much of it, she’s 18 and im 17. As I took my shower I washed myself off and tried to find a plan in my head to playfully scare her. When I got out and dried off I walked to my room and got. "She didn't scare me, she taught me that things are not always as rosy as they seem. We lived together, ate together, slept together, did everything together to the point where I was planning on selling my place and buying her a ring. Then one night, out of nowhere, after sex she said, "Why don't you go home? I don't want to wake up with you tomorrow. I need my privacy" I thought it was a onetime thing, she had something on her mind, but the next day I took her home like always, we made dinner,.