She put on her robe and went to her room. I thought I was going to burst. I went to my room and quickly relieved the pressure by beating my meat with ...visions of mom's cunt fresh in my mind. I guess I was too inexperienced to realize that she was enjoying this, too. But she was having feelings of guilt which held her back. The next massage was even more exciting. Mom had a shower after dinner. She came out with her robe on and asked for a massage. I eagerly agreed. When I set the table up, mom. ’ It was like a slap in the face, a ‘thanks for the sex’ sort of thing. Maybe I should have told him that I wasn’t a virgin, at least it would have been the truth and at most it would have wounded his ego to know that I had someone else to compare him to, possibly rank him lower than. As much as men love competition, they hate to lose to someone else. I spent the last two weeks of this summer slowly packing up my things, listening to Dashboard Confessional, and writing shitty poetry. This is. All I could think about is what could happen with Cody. I was day dreaming about the way he walked with his hands in his pockets, the gorgeous facial expression he made while working with patients. His amazing smile. After I noticed myself getting slightly horny, I looked up at the clock in my small office, it said 5:00. I headed across the hall to Cody's office. "Hey Lexs!" Cody greeted me. "Hey Code! What's up?" I asked. "Oh nothing much, I'm just trying to figure out some of this. .. fuck, honey ... oh ... you’re tight!” Phil groaned as he rammed Claire’s rear and she laughed at the way that she milked him with the vise-like grip of her bottom on his prick.“We should do this more often, baby. I love it! I’m hooked on butt sex! It feels so ... fucking wild!” Claire confessed, wanting to encourage her husband’s anal lust, as she indeed discovered just how much she enjoyed taking it in the ass.“You’re ... sure?” Phil asked in disbelief.“Definitely. Maybe Sundays can be.