Could this massage be that moment? I only ponder on this for a second though as I quickly decide I dont care. Ive already made up my mind that if this... massage has a happy ending for me, then I am going to let it happen. But then her hands move…up under the towel and onto my ass. She continues to massage, kneading deep into my muscles there with her thumbs. Now I sigh loudly. I have always loved having my ass rubbed and there is no denying how good this feels for me. For several long minutes. .."I just sat there, with my back against a wall, carrying an improvised flag strapped around my back with a very big, plainly drawn, stuck up middle finger. I was trying to look conspicuously nonchalant; what a romantic poet might have in earnest called a 'mad fool'. On my end, it was simply an idea put into practice. Immortality hadn't really proven its usefulness, and was about to put to the test, not as a solid battlefield advantage which I'm sure every fighting man would be interested in,. I was mad and even she was… we both had lost in each other and sex aroma was filled in her home. Slowly I tried inserting my hand inside her pants. She opposed. Then I started biting her boobs on her t-shirt only. She lost control and started moaning madly… ahhhh….. ummmmm… uuummmm.. her each moan aroused me more. As she was fully excited I thought of using this moment to put my hands into her pants. But was surprised to see before me she inserted her hand in my jeans.. she had my cock in her. ...............She had gotten an answer, the one that frightened her the most. Veronica panicked, running into the bathroom, turning on the shower to cover the sound of her crying. The tears released a lot of tension inside her. She was fearful but determined to go on.In the next ten days, the two exchanged many emails, ironing out the details. Questions were asked and answered. They made plans to meet on the last Sunday of the month at 10 pm. Emily agreed to babysit the kids who would be in.