The door opened and a pretty thirty something lady opened the door and let me in, and lead me through to the kitchen.As we walked in to the kitchen, w...ell, I was just like a k** in a sweet shop. There were 8 of them, all late 20's to mid 30's and chatting away to each other like a mothers meeting. Always wanting to know about the set up I asked them (over a cup of tea) how they had started up.It turned out that four or five of them knew each other from school days. They were not all in the same. Then we do lunch. Girl talk. Nowboys, you have no idea what girl talk is do you? Well it maystart with current events, fashion, or whatever, but it alwaysgets to boys, men and cocks. Now if I was a boy with tits Ishould want to talk about sports and well I do not know. Seewhat I mean. I really do not want to spend a lot of timethinking about this but it does pop into my head a lot since mynight with My Mistress Ava. Oh well fuck it for now. I havedicks to suck.One of my best clients is Tavon. " I turned over with your help, yelping with pain.The first thing you did was kiss me passionately. You smirked, and laughed devilishly, "Your massage will commence soon. However, you might not relax every muscle." You did my face, neck, and chest.I purred. This massage was turning me on, as well as relaxing me. That's when I noticed something. “Where's your clothes, Baby?" Laughing with passion in your eyes, you answered, "Well, I don't know about you, but I cannot give you a massage with my. What a mess."Then she coughed some more."Must have been hard on a woman," I said."Oh, I was in disguise. Nobody had time to care. That boy I followed gotkilled in Barcelona; don't know who did it, weren't any sides left bythen, the price of politics. A boy I knew after that joined the Canadiansin '39. Heard he went a bridge too far and didn't come back. We all crossthat bridge. Get old and everyone else is across that bridge where thereare no disguises. "All these green trucks and convoys have.