One session stands out, and I didn't ever see her again or even get her name that night. I've noticed over the years There are transcendent times in a...massage parlor. Moments that get stuck in your psyche. Moments you can replay while jerking off when your lonely and they are magic moments, as Perry Como once sang long ago. Those times when you’d swear the corners of your vision were all misty. Well there was one time at this place on the state line Iregularlywent to that I never ever will. Michelle didn't go for kills on the offensive; she placed her shots where they would highlight Karen's inexperience. It got the point across to Karen and me--we needed to listen to Michelle.Karen signed up for the krav maga classes Michelle taught. She also let Michelle coach her in volleyball so she'd get attention from colleges her senior year.I got the short end of the stick--Michelle as my magical arms instructor. Thankfully, the backyard was spacious enough for her regimen. She was of the. The taste of the cream mixed with her was almost unbearable for him, he wanted to take her right there. He reached his hand between her thighs and rubbed the spot he’d come to know so well in a short time, he felt her wetness and desire. She couldn’t help but moan at his touch. Taking advantage of this distraction, he took the rest of the ice cream cone in his mouth and finished it in a single bite. She pouted briefly and said, ‘You’re going to pay for that."“Oh I intended to very soon, but I. I also told the masseuse I wanted to watch. She had a studio set up at her apartment, and I told Jeannie I had a surprise for her that night. She figured it would be sexual, so we set out. I could tell she was very horny. She kept rubbing her tits as we drove across town. We arrived at the apartment and Rachel answered the door, wearing a see thru gown with only panties on. She was about 5’5”, medium build, long black hair, very blue eyes, and great tits, smaller than Jeannie’s, and they had.