Now, the pervert me didn’t want him to massage her in my presence as I knew he would be careful then. So I made up a story about having to go out fo...r a few hours when my friend came to my home. I secretly came back and hid so I can have a nice view in the bedroom and that is when the fun began.For the first 30 minutes, my friend kept talking to my mom and was doing a regular massage. Mom also got comfortable and was feeling relaxed. Rishabh was really doing a good job and using oils to properly. She hated that- she wanted to live in a mansion.Still, while Rachel didn't seem to care about her son, and seemed to, in fact, blame him for all the pain she experienced when she was pregnant, Jeff loved him, and with all his heart. When his grandfather died, he was completely torn up. It was, to him, like his father and mother dying all over again. But when Rachel found out that the whole fortune was going to his grandmother, she flipped out.Jeff just took it. Some years later, his grandmother. "Don't worry I will turn around, I promise not to look" I stated.I heard her sigh of relief and waited until she said I could turn around and as I turned I got another glimpse of her breast when she closed her blazer."I guess it is foolish to try and hide after you have seen everything" she said with a nervous laugh."No not at all, it is your body and you get to decide who sees it and when." I said."Yes well I have always been a private person, there are only a few people that have ever seen it. This is the story of the one day that became my first step down the path to Slutsville. We had been high school friends and dated for most of his senior year. I went to one local university and he to another. Always keeping in contact we were back together by my senior year, and engaged not to long after that. We were truly best friends and I was always very much in love with him. I had always had a very strong sex drive. Our sex life was always great, never afraid to try a new position or add.