He could see the outline of her bra and panty through her nighty. Surender then pushed her down, and Avantika obeyed him by kneeling right in front of... him.She saw a huge tent in his underwear poking right back at her. As she came closer to his cock, she could see the precum oozing out of his underwear. That was enough to make her wet.Avantika held her father-in-law’s leg and started massaging it slowly. She massaged his leg from his ankle to his knees.“Have you massaged anyone before?” Asked. ”“Yes. Now draw your conclusion and make your decision.”“She’s horny and wants to screw. I enjoyed doing it with her as therapy. I like her. So, I should say yes when she asks.”“That’s up to you.”“And you would tell me if you objected for some reason?”“Yes. Like I did with Becky. Like I did with Kathy. I’m pretty sure Miss Bethany Krajick has an itch she needs scratched. Once that’s done, she’ll be your friend. Eventually, she might have the itch again. Or she might not.”“That’s what I was. The StoryThe mountaintop is shrouded in darkness as night is upon the land.Clouds are obscuring the overhead sky and stars, and the last quartermoon has yet to rise. There is no wind, as a calm has come over theland. A rather tall man, well built, intelligent looking, with adetermined visage, stands in a rocky clearing, surveying hissurroundings. He does not appear either young or old, but the air abouthim makes him seem older than time. He has a thin wispy mustache thatcomes around his. The corkscrewwith its exposed point was not a good option. He was a red satin Bunnynow, not pink, not green. Still, he wanted to fuck himself. Forget thebewildering changes flashing by. As he touched himself, a series oftools and colored costumes kept alternating in his mind. He was back topink with a stethoscope. Green with lock picks. Then red again with apocketknife.His fingers rubbed along the narrow strip of the costume's crotch. Soslowly the index finger moved. Come on, thought.