I want to feel you cum, Chris! Give me your essence!’ My orgasm snuck up on me. I felt the walls of my pussy clutch his thickness tightly, and then ...I was cumming again. I moaned loudly and buried my face against the side of his neck, kissing him there. My orgasm triggered his. I could feel his shaft throbbing as he came. Even better, I could feel him pouring his seed into my body. The sensation was as intense as always, the hardness of his shaft, the hot, silky-liquid feeling of his semen, and. Grandma probably would never be able tosee that I was not Carol and her hearing was not that good so my voicewould not give me away. I thought it over for about a half hour, actuallyabout one minute but didn't want to seem too anxious so I waited forabout a half hour before answering that I would, but under the conditionthat no one, I repeat, no one, was to know about it.She agreed. And an hour later I was wearing a denim skirt and a whitesleeveless shirt, my hair was in the style Carol usually. When he ushered me inside, he pointed out the hangers and hooks for my clothes in the small dressing room and pantomimed for me to undress and that the masseur would soon be there.I stripped out of my suit and tie and put on the white cotton robe that hung on the wall. It was much too small for me and I once again felt like a "giant" in this land of smaller proportions. The door opened and the masseur entered, wrapped tightly in a cotton kimono ("Yukata".)In his early Twenties, he was about. ’ ‘What?’ I exclaimed, feeling tricked. ‘I don’t need therapy! That guy was a complete ass and I just did what everyone else was thinking.’ ‘That may be true, Ray, but you pounced on him. I was watching you and while I think your anger was legitimate, it was a little out of skew for what was going on. I think you have some anger inside you that needs to be dealt with.’ ‘What do you mean? I am a mellow guy– just ask Alicia.’ ‘Well, Ray, it couldn’t hurt and it might help. Besides, you owe me..