” I squeezed my tits tighter around his cock and massaged up and down his cock. “And we'll have blind massages, vulva massages, titty massages.”...“Sounds like prostitution,” Clint groaned.“The Lady's Touch Massage Parlor isn't a brothel,” I purred, working my tits up and down his cock, my pussy drinking in the tingles from my nipples. “If we don't penetrate their pussies, it's not really sex. Just... naughty massages. If they cum... Well, that's biology.”He grinned at me, his cock twitching,. Nothing like that time she’d woken up all alone, scared and scarred for life.“Hi yourself,” he replied. “Are you ok, darling?”“Just fine,” she said and groaned as the cloth rubbed over her sensitive clit. “But I need to go the bathroom.”“Through there,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her up easily. He steered her in the direction of the bathroom door, his hand lingering on that sweet little but. “There are clean towels in the cabinet if you want to take a shower,” he said. “Jack’s getting. I had sex with him early, he showed no appreciation for my love and dedication to him, and he went out and fucked that young slut anyway.”Mom didn’t want me to go down the same path as she did, so when dad left she became very possessive. However, it made my teenage years a nightmare. With mom being so controlling, I had no time for dating. Whenever any boy showed any interest in me, mom would put on so many restrictions that they would soon back off, rather than put up with her heavy-handed. And just when Andrea climaxed once more, Tina had anorgasm herself. But she didn’t squirt yet. The orgasmhad been triggered by Sandy’s tongue in her pussy andit hadn’t reached her cock yet. But the twitchingmuscles of the inner walls of Andrea’s pussy wereliterally milking the rock-hard cock which was on theedge of squirting a lot of its creamy, white liquid.But before that happened, Tina withdrew her cock out ofAndy’s palpitating pussy and concentrated very hard.