My junior year at PSU turned topsy turvy when I met Dana. She was a slim and pretty coed with a sweet disposition. I romanced her in the hopes of gett...ing into her jeans but in the process really fell for her. Dana was an education major with a semi hard body. While not as athletically hard bodied as Megan, it was very appealing. We dated exclusively and my feelings developed into love. Our love making was steamy and satisfying. While not the tireless dynamo that typified Megan, she had a. I found the receptionist and she told me to go to room 5. I went down the hall and found the room with no problem. Typical massage room but nicely appointed. The music was modern but relaxing. I sat on the table and a few seconds later the masseur came in. He was muscular and blond. Not surfer boy type but a nice farmer boy type. Very friendly he asked what I would enjoy today. I told him I had never had the pleasure of a six hand massage and asked what it entailed. Well sir, he said, three of. Larry thought she looked incredibly sensual in it, maybe because he knew what was hidden under it. As Joanne neared the bed, he felt himself getting hard! ‘Do…do you like it?’ Joanne asked softly, continuing her slow progress toward the bed, where her wide-eyed lover sat waiting for her. Larry nodded. He couldn’t talk. Gulping wildly, he struggled for breath. ‘Come…here,’ he said, sounding a lot like a frog. Joanne reached the bed, sat down on it, and then she was locked in Larry’s arms. Their. It was a very awkward situation, but I managed to make up something that saved me. I told you I felt ill, and coughed. You went to the kitchen and brought me some tablets which were meant to make me feel better. Oh, how gorgeous you looked in your nightgown with your robust legs uncovered! I took the tablets, just for the sake of my own stupidity. The next morning when we woke up you suggested that I stay home with you so that my illness didn’t get worse, because of the cold weather outside. I.