I heard my roommate’s key in the latch. Sylvia came in, looking gorgeous in her new business suit — and just harried enough from a long day at the office. In the bedroom she claimed to be overworked, stiff, and in need of a good massage. “Lie down and let me see what magic I can work,” I responded.

She dropped to the bed on her belly. I removed her high-heels and started by massaging the soles of her feet and wiggling her toes. My hands ran farther up her legs, my fingers dancing over her well-developed calves. My cunt began to throb. I kneaded the back of Sylvia’s legs and thighs for a while, and worked my way up to her buttocks.

The skirt was in the way, and her stockings would not let me really get to the heart of the matter. “Why don’t we lose some of these clothes... Leer Más