" Hah!" she laughed, interrupting his obvious lie. "Do you really want us to travel down that road, Pops? Let me guess. It's Gloria, the waitress at t...e diner. She's been flirting with you for years. No? Then it's got to be Mrs. Steiner. She lost her husband a few years back, and Mrs. Steiner needs to be married to feel whole. No, it can't be Mrs. Steiner. Criminy, she'd marry a lizard if one asked. How about... ?" She paused when an idea formed. "It's possible, I guess, not likely, but. . and again. And then my balls screwed themselves into raisins and turned into grapefruit as they spit shot after shot after shot of cum high into Paula's tummy. And for good measure, she came again. And fell flat on her face, exhausted.Several minutes later, Paula looked up and grinned. "My pussy is brim full of your cum. I can feel it oozing out. It feels so good, honey." Then she carefully dismounted, dressed, kissed me good-bye and left. The clock said that it was already 6: 10 PM.A few. Diana exited the closet looking beautiful. Well, as beautiful as a slut could look. The dress barely covered her ass, and it revealed the top of her golden bra. It clung tightly to her body, flaunting her figure. Examining herself in a mirror, Diana was deciding on whether or not to go the whole day looking like a whore. Alec, sensing the internal debate said, “Pleeeeeease wear it. I’ll give you a surprise later if you do.” She laughed, then consented, on the condition that he would come back. I kept asking her more and more questions. She told me, “just relax; you would get your answers tomorrow. Let’s go for some shopping for tomorrow. What say girls?” We brought aromatic candles, rose petals, few eateries, booze, etc. After listening to further about him, I was hopeful and confident about Nishant’s approach to massage. She also told about different types of massages which he offers and asked me to choose. This was new for me, when I heard Tantric Yoni Massage, I was up for it..