The masseur massaged her arms and then looked at me. I lowered the towel up to her naval area so that her lovely boobs were exposed.The masseur poured...some oil in between her boobs and started rubbing the whole body from her collar bone to her navel. He was kneading her juggly breasts and tweaking her nipples in between his fingers. My wife was moaning with pleasure. I was sure that her pussy was flooded with nectar. After a few minutes, the masseur moved down and started massaging her feet and. In spite of the guilt, I never looked back. Since that first time, I have masturbated at least daily and I have enjoyed all types of sex with women every chance I have had. My first sexual experience came some years later with my first serious girlfriend. She was a petite with longish blonde hair, bright blue eyes, fair skin, large breasts and a few extra pounds. I began talking with her in late December and our first serious make-out session was in early February on the couch in her apartment.. Almost hypnotically my hand drifted on to my dick and grabbed the bottom of the shaft before stroking it very slowly... up and down. I sat looking at the screen almost too scared to look at my companion but a familiar welling in my balls made me turn my head. My new friend was busily working her hand up in an out of her pussy under her skirt, and when she saw me looking at her, she came closer and offered her mouth to kiss. As our tongues greedily wrapped round each other, our hands changed. " “By the time we arrived at Randy and Ginny’s house I was so horny that I almost came in the driveway before getting out of the car. As we left the car Ed asked if I was nervous and I told him yes. He said that he was too and if we didn't hurry he'd come in his pants. At the front door Ed turned and grinned at me then rang the bell. There was no turning back now. Then I felt my body quiver with excitement causing my pussy to leak even more. Suddenly.