She would open the door in a white towel that would barely cover her fatty thighs. The view of the drops of water sliding down her cleavage would make...me crazy most times. I would sit on the sofa, lean back to peep on her body-show and to see her change the dress through the reflection in the mirror. She used to notice this and would give me a flying kiss when she was done.My sexual urges were at its peak and she was flirting more with me. The temperature of bodies was rising whenever we were. She had that unmistaken mischievous look on her face. She just kept smiling with approval, I guessed? I pulled Jacky closer. Our lips touched, and the stage was set! I started to fondle her firm breasts and teased her pouting nipples. Our tongues touched and started dancing. My other hand continued stroking her pussy lips and pouting clit. The magic had begun. Jacky suddenly pulled away and whispered, “Wow, Brian, I’ve missed you so much since we first met. Didn’t Cath tell you?” “No!” I. Her mind was beginning to shut down when salvation came through a study-group with fellow students around her age. This group consisted of four students Angie, Sabrina, Linda, and Christopher. Their association was not composed of your typical college age students. Christopher was several years older than the women were and they all had successful careers before starting the nursing program. This helped immensely as they all had to deal with this professor from hell. They disrespectfully. I told her I had no money on me,so declined the offer.She told me I could have a 15 minute freebie,,as the owner of the gym,owned the massage parlour too. I knew Paul,the gym owner was always bragging about how much action he got downstairs,so it made sense.I thought he meant cock though,as he was very camp.But each to there own.And he was very muscular,a benefit of owning your own gym,and maybe steroids.So I accepted,but told her I only wanted a massage.I almost regretted it when she came out.