And now I really got into it, a nice slow gentle massage from her neck to the top of her jeans. I knew the moment I went lower it was playing with he...r ass, not a massage any more and I would be taking a step I couldnt take back. That problem was solved quickly though whe I heard " Lower, massage me lower" and that was my green light. I really got into it, kneading her ass cheeks, down her legs and and back up to her shoulders again. The whole time my mind was at top speed thinking how to got. It wasn't his fault she hadn't bathed in two days. It was the weekend, after all, and more and more weekends with out her man around were spent home alone. Why go to a lot of bother if you aren't going to see anyone, Marsha reasoned. So she wore the same panties now that she pulled on while dressing for work on Friday. The same panties she had masturbated in Friday night, Saturday morning afternoon and evening. She knew for a fact that her crotch emitted a pungent odor. She smelled it herself. ”“Some guys can’t get it up after a few beers.”“So you think I’m just some guy, do you.”“No, I think you are my guy.”“Owned and operated by Sue, aye?”“Come to bed with me and we’ll see for sure.”We went into the bedroom. I dropped my clothes and climbed into bed in the nude. Sue climbed on top of me and we kissed.“What has Ron told you that has made you so horny, lover.”“It wasn’t Ron. It was driving back home thinking of you in bed waiting for me.”“How did you know that I was waiting for you?. On the way to the place in a cab, you get a call from the director to say the guy you will be fucking is Mike Stefano, who you haven't met before. Although you use porn to masturbate, you never paid attention to actors' names and so you don't know him. You look out the window dreamily and reflect that this is one of the things about being in this situation that you secretly enjoy - going to have sex with a complete stranger and knowing that you will still fuck him, whatever he looks like. The.