“Oh, good idea,” Rose gushed and we were suddenly walking arm-in-arm to the house. We climbed the stairs to the bathroom and I couldn’t help but... take a peek up Rose’s tiny skirt. I admired her legs and even caught a glimpse of her bum. If she was wearing underwear, it was much skimpier than anything I would choose. We were side-by-side looking into the bathroom mirror with the door locked behind us. My heart was thumping wildly. There was something happening to me and I was desperate to get. Bev was looking pretty worn out from the long drive so I decided to enact my plan. I offered up a back massage since she looked like she needed some stress relief. She looked kinda like she wanted it but said "No Thanks". I replied with "At least let me rub your shoulders." She agreed. She moved over and sat on the floor in front of me. I spent about 10 minutes rubbing away at her shoulders and told her that her daughter usually is about ready to fall asleep by this point but it is usually the. It was while I was polishing his knob, reacquainting myself with his familiar taste and textures, that I felt pressure at my ass.I lifted my head long enough to look back at Paul, separating the cheeks of my butt."Take it slowly, Paul. But take it!" With that I returned to the cock I knew so well, and shuddered as the head of a dick entered my ass for the first time. I held my body still as he worked his dick into me, a bit at a time. My insides were stretched and I felt his hot, hard rod work. It wasn't necessarily Manhattan apartment paranoia, but I was glad to see another aspect of her being aware and careful about security. Her comment about having an ownership share in the club still intrigued me. In our old New Jersey terms, was she "connected"? A substantial part of our high school was Italian, but I didn't think of Carol as particularly ethnic. She is quite light-skinned, but maybe northern Italian with some link to the Sicilians? I had never really thought about her surname,.