“Who do you want first?” Calara asked him curiously, with an eager smile on her lips.He smiled back at her, and the girls grinned at him enthusias...tically. Alyssa moved one of the pillows from the top of the bed and lay back against it, spreading her bronzed legs for him. “Come and lie back against me,” she told him alluringly.John had an inquisitive look on his face as he moved to follow her request, and soon he was resting against her, with her large pert bust pressed into his back. She had. She popped me out of her mouth with one final swath of her tongue, then grabbed me firmly with her right hand. She pumped my dick expertly, the way fifteen years of experience tells you to. “Cum on my tits honey.”I was closer than she realized, and the shift in sensation was perfect to set me off. Holding on to her shoulders to balance myself, I watched as she stroked me to orgasm. She was jerking me quickly, and while I knew how to aim my cum shot (a little bit), she didn’t. I felt the cum. While maddening, I couldn't envision how that would be an issue either. I decided I would just try to enjoy myself, after all, this trip was nowhere close to what I had been expecting and I could use a relaxing massage.We arrived, and it was just one of those massage places in a strip mall. It was off the strip and it didn't quite seem like the stereotypical massage place you see on the movies, you know the ones where they ask you in some foreign language if you want a "happy ending." This. I lost my self for a minute and almost got caught. When she got things in order she stood next to me while I signed the forms. As I did she rubbed my back and said I had one more visit and she would see me in a week. But her smile was more then a casual grin. There was something behind it.I wondered if in fact she did catch me, but didn’t mind? She knew I was married, she knew I have two kids, and did she now know that I was looking at her breasts? I have nothing to be ashamed about. I’m 42, in.