Two women entered the room carrying portable massage tables. I greeted them and they began setting up in the outer room.Melanie curiously emerged from... the bedroom, her eyes wide at my surprise. The masseurs laid us face down on the tables and put towels over our naked bodies.The next hour was the most relaxing of my life. Melanie was right next to me. We even held hands for part of the time. From the grunts and groans I could tell she enjoyed it, too. The two women worked us over good, from. She was also the first real live naked woman I've ever seen - and I was giddy with those images ingrained into my memory, fuel for my incestuous fires.At sixteen I began dating - it was what I was supposed to do right? My buddies were starting - the conversations outside school were always about girls and sex. This didn't mean my desire for mother lessened, only that the realities of life were staring me blankly in the face. Mother belonged to my father, whom I loved, and my desires were simply. My lips softly danced over her pretty face, kissing her nose, her eyelids, forehead, chin, cheeks, and sometimes teasing her lips.I moved to her neck and shoulders and then to those perfect tits, licking and chewing on those big hard nipples. My hand continued to roam and I made sure a finger would brush her anxious love button and slip into her slippery slot every now and then to remind her where I was headed. By the time my tongue was tickling that stud in her navel she was moaning and. He rubs and kisses you. Your heart begins beating faster. He kisses you again this time deeply. For the first time your tongues touch; exploring, rubbing each other's tongue while he is rubbing your pussy. You’re locked together in a deep and passionate kiss. Your nervousness is cast aside as passion takes over.He presses his hand harder into your vagina. He rubs a little more vigorously. You brake off the kiss and start to moan. He kisses the side of your neck. He continues to cradle you as.