Your skin is so white. My husband’s skin is so dark like coal. You smell so nice too, my husband smells so bad.Me: oh really! Would you want to mass...ge my front as well.Preeti: As you say sir.I flipped and saw her face. She was having a shy smile and I could see her beaming with excitement. She started massaging my chest and her face came closer to my face.Me: What else you like in me Preeti?Preeti: Sir my husband is so fat and he doesn’t make love to me at all. But you are so slim.Me: And what. I dip the next finger in and the next, cleaning each with my tongue until I have dipped my whole hand. Then I let both hands play. I open my lips wide and tease my clit with one hand and slid the other under my leg and into my waiting slit. It only takes a moment to bring myself to a shuttering, groaning climax, coating the seat of the cab with my juices. He accepts my show as payment and tips me with a load of his jizz sprayed on my hairy snatch. As I knock on the door, I can feel the mixed. All sorts of sexual thoughts were forming in my mind. I imagined Barb was probably ready for some special treatment. Since her last massage where things got a little more personal, Barb felt closer to me and was able to share some of her inner feelings. Pete, she said, I was telling you what lousy sex I have earlier. Well, what there was of it, there is even less now. I think Jim is suffering from a touch of ED, either real or imaginary. Sex has never been on his priority list. I asked Barb,. "Where do you swim?" We have a lodge on Mississippi Lake. Do you know it?" Yes, of course, it's not far from here," I confirmed."I'd invite you there, but I have no way to get there." Well ... if it's isn't too bold of me ... I have a car ... or at least access to one." Oh ... that would be wonderful. When can you get away?" She appeared genuinely enthusiastic."When would you like to go?" Why don't we go this afternoon? We can have a picnic too. I can look after that." She was obviously excited.