”I piped in. “Carol, Heather reminds us a lot of Liya.”Carol looked at me, somewhat disbelievingly.“Well, I can see the very strong physical r...semblance.”Rhee and I cracked up.“Obviously,” she continued, “you’re not talking about physical similarity. That’s actually a bit scary.” She paused a bit, then continued. “I’m sorry, Heather, that we’re talking about you in your presence. That’s rude of us. But I find you something of an enigma. As they’ve been proven correct on many occasions, I trust. She was tall, blonde, in her late 40’s – early 50’s, a little plump with a great ass and big natural tits. She spoke with a Russian or Ukrainian accent. Since I was really really horny I figured why not, and agreed. She told me at this massage parlor there was no tipping in the room at all. She said that the price at the counter was the only money I would have to spend. The fee for a hour massage was $125, which I paid. The masseuse introduced herself as Natalia and led me to a room. The room. I don't sweat it, they are happy and safe and pretty much just normal boys." My," said Mrs. Peterson. "I guess I had brothers growing up, they were always walking around the house in various states of undress. I saw more than my fair share of penises!" she said, laughing, remembering how her brothers used to flaunt their growing manhood. "Without any men in the house I guess I just don't think about it that much."Mr. Jones drained his beer and remembered when Mr. Peterson had died a few years. My hand moved down and I ran a finger up the length of his crack. Again he moaned and pushed against my finger a little. I moved into him and rubbed my cock that was bulging out in the front of my pants, against him and he moaned again. Raising himself up a bit, he reached around to rub my cock through my pants. As he rubbed me, I undid them and let them slide down over my knees, exposing my bare hard cock, which he immediately grabbed. Moaning again, he started to rub up and down my length,.