At first i didn't know whether to reply or not, did i really want to get involved with her? …and how did she get my number?My curiosity got the bett...er of me, so i replied asking how she was and saying it had been a long long time. Her reply to that said she had spotted me in a local supermarket but didn't want to approach so she found my number through social media. It turned out she only lived some 15 miles away with her ageing father. Next minute the phone rang, thankfully i was alone at home. That joyous feeling of being full. Uncomfortable at first but once in feeling right. Then she is pulling out. I find myself dreading the pain as she pulls out but it never comes. She is on the way back down. Full again. Slow withdrawal and then slowly speeding up until her skin is slapping against my arse cheeks. Slap. Slap. She pauses briefly. Lies along my back her cock still deep inside me. "You feel great" She says. Her lips press the top of my shoulder blades. Then she is off again.. I was a national level athlete and I have travelled many places as a part of it and have attended many coaching camps by many clubs/states and also learnt many types of relaxing workouts and massaging skills from my physios and coaches which they usually do for us after our events. So keeping that experience I used to massage my sports club co mates (boys & girls) whenever they needed it and the best thing was that all used to compliment that my hands has the power of relieving the pain or. I wait until a night where Libby is gone. She's staying with her boyfriend tonight, she's taking after mom, but at least they've been together a little bit. I think they've been together about a year now. She's not just going and bringing home any guy in the bar.I walk downstairs, I see mom cooking dinner. "Hi Mom" I say casually, not letting her know anything is on my mind."Oh hey sweetie, how was your day?" she's cheerful, must have gotten laid last night, probably by some guy half her.