The event was pretty routine: no dinner, no movies, no candlelight. It was just get undressed and get down to business. She had a nice figure with, I ...uess, B-cup breasts, strawberry blond hair top and bottom, with not too much below. I sat on the bed and she came over to gently push me onto my back, where she took my engorged dick in her hand and with a firm grasp began to stroke it. There was some small talk, not much of which I recall. I do remember her saying that she was native Dutch, and. He’s at football practice.” He set the bags down on the kitchen counter where Mrs. York wanted them. She offered him a cold drink and he accepted her offer, a soft drink, and he followed her directions towards the family room. He was admiring the magnificent view out of the full-height windows when he heard a voice close behind him, almost in his ear. “You seem lost in thought.” He turned. She was standing very close to him, a cola in each hand, looking open and somewhat vulnerable. Looking. But I think she still has feeling for you." What makes you say that?" The way she loook at you, when we, at supper, no, how you say?... lunch? we friends, we sit together, and talk weeth Leez. She sweet too! bot I want more of what you were geeving her." she says as she pulls Alan closer, and begins to kiss him, theyre tongues meet, and dance in each others mouths as Meire rub her hands all over his chest, as Alans hands as well roam all over her body finding thier place on her swollen breasts,. You are not a school girl! You are a professional! Keep your cool! He is just another customer. Try to tell yourself that all men are assholes. That will help you distance yourself.’ I returned to the bench to find you stretched out in nothing but the towel. WOW! ‘This will be a true pleasure to do.’ I place a small puddle of warm oil in my hand and created some friction to spread it out evenly and began at the calf muscles. The effleurage movements upward and back down formed a rhythm.