An ugly navy hessian sack of a thing. "What size, love?" Ten."He searched through the jumbled tangle of shirts and produced a size twenty-four."You mu...st be joking," she protested. "I'd be swimming in that."He searched half-heartedly. "Look love, this is the best I can do," handing her a size eighteen."Jeez. Didn't know it was a sack race," she muttered, audibly. She heaved the garment reluctantly over her tight racing singlet, and headed for the other truck. Watched the other girls backing up. I live in the garden city of India. As every body knows about these massage parlors. I am going to narrate a true story which happened to me just a week back in a beautiful massage parlor. As u get classifieds in news papers under medical section u can see this. One day called up to the no referring to the no given in the add and enquired about the address the cost of the massage and etc. went the next day and pressed the door bell and a young lady came and opened the door with a smile she. Although most fitted the good looking category there were a few old people there and the odd single bloke who looked a bit of a pervert (not that I knew of course). I was happy to see that my equipment was average size as we passed several men, a few of whom looked like they would be more interested in me than Dee or Annabelle. Annabelle selected a spot right in the middle of the beach close to a group of what appeared to be university students. I was amazed as we all began to strip in amongst. Jonathan parked the car in the courtyard and turned looking at both girls sitting in the back.“Here we are. Should I call the number in the ad like it said or do we enter right away.” Asked Jonathan turning the keys to stop the car.“Way ahead of you sweetie. I’m calling right now.” Said Sonia moving her phone to her ear. Jonathan and Sonia began that trip as friends, but something else had developed between them. They don’t know if it’s love or only interest, but they began having sex on.