..so,I started massaging her back sitting next to her which made it really uncomfortable for me…anyways, I kept rolling my hands all over her waist�...�from her spine to the edge of her sides….she was just humming and cooing "aaahhh's and "ooohhhh's….and I was watching her butt while massaging!"why don’t you move up and give me a nice shoulder rub"she asked….for that I had to remove her bra and make way past her obstructing tee…I just froze in that position…I mean,what else could you. Didn’t tell him everything.” Paul looked at Amanda waiting for an explanation.” “Well. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I thought I’d wait to explain things to him in person.” “Have you talked about me before?” Paul asked. “Yeah. We have. Sort of. Rob never really cared and thought it was a good idea not to bring up the past.” Amanda was standing near the sink in the kitchen. She looked like she wanted to say something so Paul just stood nearby waiting to see what she was going to say next.. A big pitty because for a few years we are not talking with eachother because of a small fight we had. Damn she was soooo fucking sexy that day when she got angry. But as i said, it's a pitty we are not talking.But still I wank every day in my livingroom near there bedroom or under the shower and I am moaning very loudly miss Trainer's name hoping they hear me and invite me in one day to become their sexslave!Because I want to be her sexslave for years and will do everything she wants me to do.. No, down here I am capable of much more. My mind wanders and explores, it picks paths to follow at will, and easily jumps from one such path to another. At times it decides to go nowhere in particular and does just that. At other times it takes off at speed, only to find itself in a completely unexpected place some time down the track. Sometimes I spend hours just recalling past events and being surprised by what fragments of memory jump up at me. Other times I might compose a few simple lines.