"I think so," 'Jeannie' said. "Only by innuendo," he smiled. "Listen, you!" 'Jeannie' cried, grabbing the little man by the front of his russet vest...."Puck; the name is Puck." "What did he say?" the fisher woman asked, taking her feet out of the water, and rolling to get a better view of the group. "As in _"A Midsummer's Night Dream" _?" 'Jeannie' asked, no longer so ready to quiet him. "That I am. The very same." "Listen," 'Jeannie' said, letting go of the small man, and starting to brush away. She reached out for my right hand and led me down that same dimly lit hallway into a dimly lit room. There was some soft R&B music playing on a small boom box on a table as I scanned the room. I noticed a massage table in the middle against a wall and another table at the foot end against a wall as well, it had lotions, towels and rubbing alcohol neatly arranged.She told me to undress naked. After I did shyly, she sat with me on the couch against the wall at the head of the massage table,. My mother had stared at me in shock, but then she had backed out of the room and never spoken about it to me. Ever since then, I’ve tried, in numerous ways and with varying success, to experience the same explosiveness as I had that first time. I had realized, right from the beginning, that it was not any bizarre attraction to my mother that had caused it, but rather the embarrassment. Why it turns me on I have no idea, just that it does. Suddenly I realize that Nikki is speaking again. “Shhhh. I locked the door behind me and made him sit on the bed. I kissed his face all over gently and he was so shy! It was like his first time and a major turn on for me. I never met an American man who was shy before. We took off each other’s tops and he was just stunned by my figure and he loved my breasts. He was breathing heavily and he caressed my breasts and kept licking my pink erect nipplesAnd sucking them for what seemed a blissful eternity. I was so damn wet. Like I said, looks don’t matter.