I just want a massage, nothing more.”God’s face contorted, first in surprise, then something that appeared hurt, then irate.“You don’t think I...’m beautiful?” she sniffed and coughed and crossed her arms, appearing as though she’d let loose a runnel of teary waterworks.“No, you’re beautiful. Seriously, you’re great. It’s not you. It’s me. I only came for a massage. You’re very pretty, you really are.” I pleaded to her, trying to lift her spirits.For a second I felt bad about not paying her,. " OK. I'll lean up against the headboard and you sit opposite me. This way we can see each other and be comfortable." Should I take my clothes off?" Just your t-shirt. For now, leave your panties on. Cute polka dots, by the way."Rochelle was a pretty girl and had a nice figure. She was a brunette, like me, except she wore her hair in a ponytail. We were both on the softball team and were even bat mitsvahd together. We'd known one another for years and I'd seen her breasts often enough but. Once the kiss broke Kirsten asked if she could see my cock. Being drunk and horny I pulled out my cock and almost hit her in the face with it. Kirsten's eyes got big and said, " No wonder my aunt wanted to keep you to herself." I am no slouch in the cock department, not huge by any means but plenty big enough. I have a thick seven inch cock that I keep shaved smooth.Kirsten took her hand and slowly began to stroke it. She licked her lips and asked if she could suck it. I told her only if she. At least Amanda knew that Keith was only aware of her son and didn't know him. And she was one of only five or six women at the dance that wasn't married. So Keith was pretty sure that the estimate of five or six guys had gotten laid by an older woman. Still, he was one who actually did and they did it the first time in the bathroom at the dance. By Wednesday night, Keith was a nervous wreck. He picked at his food over dinner and didn't really seem like himself and showed little interest at the.