At first the masseur massaged me several times. He started from the neck and shoulders. I like man touching my neck, it turns me on so much. After he ...massaged my back tenderly and moved down to the buttocks. My pussy got very wet when he was massaging me. He saw it and moved apart my buttocks intentionally to see my wet pussy. I think he liked to move apart the buttocks and see my anus and pussy. Then he massaged my feet. It turned me on even more. My pussy was leaking so much that I left wet. ? Libby dropped her auburn head.?No, no, shoulders back, Elizabeth!? Pepper said solemnly. ?Arch your back and show us your honeys?they’ve been primed by the cigarettes and the knitting needles, let’s go!?Libby gritted her teeth, and shut her streaming eyes and jutted out her breasts desperately, her hands still manacled behind her back. Can I do it! Oh, help me bear the?WHACK! A thin stream of red hell slashed both nipples at the same time, and Libby, her sensitive breasts on fire, nearly. ” and she couldn't even say the word.And she was right about me but I didn't think it would be that bad for her either, because it was never really about him for her, it was all about his cock and she had been practically obsessed with it since she had first seen it and when she talked about it I knew it would be almost like a religious experience for her to actually touch it.But she would never do that, of course.And the two os us, we would never actually do anything.Then one Friday evening we. Except for liking to dress as agirl, that is all, I had no interest in boys. It seemed like forever forme as the four of us talked. Beth tried prolonging things as long aspossible so he could be with his dream as long as possible. Henry and I talked a little to be social. Henry noticed that Benny andBeth were holding hands so he took my hand. To Beth it seemed like nomore than five minutes, to me, more like an hour. Benny suggested we gofor a soda; all were in agreement, albeit I was not that.