Fortunately my pounding boner was hidden below the edge of the table. Anal sex On a few occasions while massaging Ellen, a former office co-worker and one of my first clients, she would say, “It feels like butterflies flittering in my tummy.” The same thoughts shot through my mind as I stared down at Autumn; totally cock-stiff sexy. Maybe the conditioner was evaporating too fast and giving her a chill. I sucked and licked and couldn’t let go, literally, she held me tight with her legs around my head. I almost lost it right there. I could feel her heat emanating form between her slick lips as my fingers swept along her inner thigh and the right side of her labia. She knew and expected something unusual was about to happen in this massage session. With each successive treatment, I tested my skills and ideas upon my female clientele. Autumn uttered a very raspy and grateful acceptance of my perverted behavior and added, “Pete, don’t stop now!”
I continued going down all the way with my mouth open and tongue wagging.
