She had been separated from her little yellow string bikini right in the middle of their king-size bed. This had been done by the very virile and well...endowed young man who had come to her room to massage her. First, the young man had massaged the woman very fully in the traditional fashion, with his hands, including in her deliciously furry slit. This was something over which the woman had become very audible. During the first part of the procedure the young man had stripped both the woman and. It felt amazing. I told him to do that a few more times. He obliged my request, and left me in bliss. I snuck in a quick hug before leaving. And this became our new thing, he would practice his breast massage, I'd leave my hand around for his cock to bump into my awaiting fingers. At the end of the night, I'd rush home to get rid of any sexual tension. This was all well and good, but I wanted to see his cock again, and progress things further. I wondered if it would work again, I texted. ‘I’m not sure, Sue. It’s highly unusual.’ ‘Please, Mike, please, please, please.’ She was like a little kid, begging and bouncing around, eager for me to agree. ‘They’ll do whatever you want, anything. Won’t you mom and dad?’ Her parents just nodded in agreement. ‘Well, we could give it a try, Sue, but if anything interferes with your session, then I’m calling it off. Sue again kissed me deeply. My erection was back. This was very good. Then Sue looked down at my condition, giggled and then. Lately though, things had changed somewhat dramatically. ‘Well, you know…we’re still taking things slow.’ She said. I could hear the grin in her voice. ‘It’s just sex.’ ‘Uh-huh. That ain’t most peoples idea of slow though Jill.’ I leant back in my chair and rubbed my eyes with a free hand. ‘Most people go out to dinner or something first, you know?’ Jilly laughed. ‘We’ve been doing that for years. I know as much of his personality as I’d ever want to, believe me…it’s the bits of him I don’t.