You did so dangling your legs over the table. I massage your shoulders from the back getting deep under your shoulder blades. You hang your head and... moan.. “That’s good.” I smile and move down your back. Lightly dragging my nails across your back, you shudder. I give you chills. As I walk around to your front I work my fingers on your pecs. Your hands slip under my skirt again as I work my magic. Right before you pull me towards you to kiss me, I stop you and tell you to lie on your back . For some reason, I decided that that the laundry room was the place for my new adventure in masturbating.The room is available to the tenants 24/7, so I decided on a late night excursion to minimize the chance of accidental discovery. I chickened out on Tuesday night, but Wednesday night (Thursday morning, really), dressed in only hiking shorts, T-shirt and a pair of Vans, I descended the stairs to do the deed.I was nervous as I slipped into the laundry room—unoccupied—but the idea of what I. When I saw that I quickly turned and ran inside. I disappeared into the crowd and was certain that I hadn’t been noticed. What I had surreptitiously heard three quarters pleased me and one quarter disturbed me. I was just standing at a counter in the kitchen trying to sort my feelings out when someone grabbed my arm. “Hi big boy,” Jill said looking at me with her mesmerizing eyes and smile, “let’s go somewhere private.” She didn’t give me a chance to respond, but just purposefully dragged me. I watched as Brittany sat naked on the edge of the phone talking to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Yes dad… I went to a club… I met a guy… No, he was a complete gentleman… Yes, I’ll come back to the hotel soon… see you later, bye.” She hung up the phone and looked at me apologetically, “sorry, that was my dad.” She motioned at my phone. She climbed back into bed and lay back on top of me. She rested her head on my chest, kissing my nipple first. “I had fun last night, you made me.