Massage 3
Jane: A fantasy, which I wish, mutually of course, to be real in the future—however, only time will tell. You are fairly content; when I walk into the bedroom as you lounge on the bed. You are succulently nude with just a short towel covering your curvy middle age body, which appears to be no more than twenty years young. Your steel blue eyes follow me wearing just a pair of briefs; as I move to the edge of the bed, bend over to kiss your lips. The moist lips part and the tip of your...