I figured a male rubbing her would get the both of us especially horny.I finally got up the nerve and found a male masseuse in the yellow pages and ma...e an appointment for a Saturday afternoon. I told Jan of the appointment, but excluded the male part. She prepared herself by showering and dressing in a black thong that rode high on her hips and a bathrobe. I inquired why such sexy panties for a massage. She replied it was for uninterrupted rubbing of her ass, purely practical without any. “It’s still night.” I rolled my head back but I couldn’t see her sleepy face. “Go back to sleep.”She already had. So did I. I forgot a timeless dream before I opened my eyes again. Alex’s fingers tugged on mine. I looked over Max’s ear and could see just the silhouette of Alex’s ear and hair.“Mmmm, that’s nice,” Max mumbled.“What is?” Alex said.“I feel Gene poking at me.”“You know what that means?”“He thinks I’m hot.”“No, it means he needs to pee.”“What?” Max woke up too loud and too quick. Sam. Short, lush, full bodies with dusky, silken skin, and huge breasts tipped with the biggest, most succulent nipples Ricky had ever sucked on. He hadn’t been able to tell them apart, except that Denise – or was it Delilah – had a mole between her belly button and pussy. Ricky sighed and a smile formed on his lips. That Delilah! She’d gone after his cock like a thirsty woman after water. Her sister liked being eaten just as much. They were wild. After they drained him, they’d gone after each. “That’s how Jesus’s career began a little early. The Gospels were way off about his age at the first sermon. He was just sixteen when he got his start. A teenage hothead who quickly got his heart set on becoming the Messiah. He never worked another day as a day laborer, which Joseph was, not a carpenter in fact. Well, Jehovah certainly had plans for Jesus, though they sorta fell through and the old Boss had to improvise a bit ... even retcon a bit, if you catch my drift. Everything was.