She would whisper in my ear ‘I love you’ as we moved together and I knew my life was no longer mine to control! I could sit and stare at her for h...ours, and she hated it! She was never comfortable with herself and couldn’t understand how I was so intoxicated by her. I loved watching her as she slept. Her hand to her breast, her hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her. Her face so peaceful, looking so much like a little girl with her freckle covered face. In the morning watching her as she. “Maria? Maria Canales?” he asked, his eyes lighting up and a smile appearing in immediate reaction.No one had called Maria by her maiden name in years which helped her put the face and voice in some context, but the name would simply not come.“I ... I’m sorry. I feel like I should know you but...”“Roger. Roger Compton,” he laughed. “We were in high school together.”“My god!” she gasped, wrapping the flimsy peignoir around her as if the smiling man couldn’t see every part of her he wanted to. She also agrred that she was tired a bit….and also she loved my massage…..she told me 2 put some oil 2 her body with the massage….i quicly went 2 kitchen and brought some oil…by that time she was lying on her bed showing her back side of her body…..slowly and gelnly put some oil on her shoulder and did massaged….by that time i unhooked her bra cos 2 put oil on her back….after the massage my mom slowly raissed her petticoat upto her knee so that i can put oil n do massage 2 her legs……I massaged. “Even little ol’ me gets horny,” she finally said, with a short laugh. “You Horny” I said, amused. I sat there, contemplating them; some very inappropriate images flashing across my mind. “It depends.” Miracle finally said, peering at me out of the corner of her eye. “Hmm” “You asked me earlier if I looked at porn or used my imagination. Both. It depends.” Miracle told me. “Hmm, which was it today” I asked her. “Imagination.” “Really” I asked, raising an eyebrow, and facing her now. “What.