It had much in common with grandfather's axe. (Grandfather owned an axe, the best axe he had ever had. Over the years he had replaced the handle a doz...en times and the head twice and it was still the best axe he had ever owned.)Same bridge circa 1920'sMaureen and Alison were both wearing their fashionable micro miniskirts. Maureen's top was a council uniform white blouse, smart and modest. Alison's was a university's female student's approved blouse with no bra where her entire breasts peeked. Although you thought of yourself as ‘straight’, you’d always been attracted to beautiful women and the girl who had given you a massage had been exactly that. Tall and slender with slim arms but curvaceous in all the right places, dark gorgeous hair which flowed to her shoulders and intense, passionate, eyes. You had felt yourself attracted to her the instant you saw her and the fact she had intimately massaged your whole body had only added to the arousal you felt in your groin. The memory. He just nodded. After a few seconds he said, “God, I wish we had her here right now.” “Yeah.” We sat there for a minute staring into each other’s eyes. It was clear what he wanted, so finally I stood up facing him. He reached up and cautiously began running his fingertips along my shaft, so I knelt in front of him and reached down to grasp his thick shaft firmly in my hand. He pushed me away for a moment, but only to rise onto his own knees. We knelt about a foot from each other and stroked. Peter, the young man who had captured her heart, was a pleasant enough young man, working on his MBA. Well, I should say, mostly pleasant as he, like so many MBA candidates tended to view his field of study and, of course, himself as a future MBA holder, as several cuts above the average Race of Man. He could be a bit stuffy and full of himself, but Pepper quite easily overlooked this, being so fully in love. So, I guess it shouldn't have been very surprising to me when, late in our senior.