" It's only a phone call Uncle Matt, relax!"His snort told me that he didn't believe that for a minute. That night Ilay in bed and wondered why Mike w...anted to call me when there were somany 'real' girls available to him. He was tall and nice looking, hadgood manners and dressed nice. Every girl I knew wanted him to call her,and yet he was calling me! In the morning I wore shorts that I had cutoff, which let the cheeks of my butt hang out a bit, a tee shirt and mytennis shoes. Because of the. She had raised her nightie till her lower part of her thighs and kept her leg on the table. I took the oil from her shelve and sat on the floor close to her legs. I poured it on her knees and then applied a little pressure on her knees and started massaging her leg downwards. She had a very small amount of hair on her leg which was silky smooth to massage. And the shape of her legs shows that she was an active sports woman in her college. Her legs were a bit heavy but I couldn’t feel much of. Could there ever be a more fitting place to say farewell to an inhibition? Or three? Brad and I had only been married two years and recently graduated from the newlywed syndrome. We still had sex. A lot. But it wasn’t like it used to be. You know how it is. Always touching, looking for any excuse to go at it like rabbits. Five times a day and it wasn’t enough. These days, five times a week was the norm. The IRS kindly afforded us a big return so we decided to splurge. We were doing okay at a. He had been in the habit of visiting her 3 times a week, after their initial meeting. He had, just a few months before, returned from Vietnam, the same as us. He had been stationed up north, in country, and had seen pictures, and heard stories about Linda, but had never met her. That had been their first face-to-face meeting. He had called her "Co Linda." She hadn't been called that in awhile. They had talked for most of their first meeting, but she had placed a finger to his lips to silence.