I asked them for same type of gal, they sent another good looking gal. I was not sure of the handjob. She started the massage and this gal is the best...of all. She was good in massage and she did awesome job in massaging my ass. She massaged even my ass crack but not in the hole. After the massage, she didn’t give the handjob. So I asked for it, she asked for the money. I gave 200, she told I will get 500 for my massage only. I gave 500, then she gave me the handjob and I came in her hands. She. She looked at her son’s cock and balls, then at Keith’s. Keith, being older than Jimmy, had plenty of hair around his cock, and his balls were bigger. That made no difference to her, however. Hair or not, big balls or not, she loved them both equally. What surprised her was Jimmy came more than Keith, almost drowning her in cum, choking her at times. Her inner thighs were slick with juices, and the soft hair around the lips of her cunt were matted with moisture from her pussy and those. I want you to like what you see, my smile, my long wavy brown hair, my V-neck black dress which wraps tightly around my full breasts then flares out at my soft waist and flows down from my thick hips. Or maybe it’s chilly out and I’m wearing my black raincoat, tied tightly at my waist. Do I leave the buttons open, so you can see a little of me or do I keep it buttoned up so that I can open them slowly before you? I’m nervous. I see you now and you stand up with a warm smile on your face. I. ’ He led the way and into a lovely room where other people were have pre dinner drinks and I was introduced to his mother Lady Carson. His brother, now Sir Phillip Carson since the death of their father, his wife who was now also Lady Carson, but called Lady Clare to tell the difference. Then his sister Sara and her husband, Trevor Brightwell. Kit got me a drink and I made small talk with the family and they were a little impressed that I had a doctorate. I sat next to Kit at the dining table.