Massage Of Her Life

She absent-mindedly rubbed her fingertips together. “A-anyways, collect yourself a harem Big Tits of sexy little things at AnimeCon, and forget about Chloe, ’kay? We’re gonna make sure she’s fine.” “Yeah... a little too soon for me to be forming my harem. I didn’t even realize I was single today, until I got home from work.” “. ..Really. When’s the last time you talked to Chloe? Wait, no, lemme rephrase that. When’s the last time you had a talk with her that didn’t end with a fight?” Emily leaned back, crossing her arms. “Okay, yeah. We have problems. Guilty. But—” “Had problems, past tense, champ,” Emily interrupted. “I realize this seems sudden for you, but you two haven’t actually really been together in... months? And, I’m not blaming you! She’s gotten weird as hell. But, really. It’s over, between you.” “Did she send you here to tell me that?” Emily looked agitated. “Fuck. No, she didn’t. She’s caught up in her own little oppressed feminist reality where you’re the bad guy, and I know most of it, fuck maybe all of that is bullshit. The things she told me to tell you... aren’t things I could ever say to you. I’m here stuck in the middle between you two, translating; It’s over between you and Chloe. I’m sorry.” Well, that’s not easy to digest. He stood with his jaw set for a long, tense moment before nodding. “No, thank you.” This was all too much to think about at once, and he honestly didn’t know what to say about any of it yet. “Totally not taking sides on all this, since you’re both my friends and all,” she said, enveloping him in another of her awkward hugs. “But, she’s being a cunt, and I hope you get yourself laid at the con just massage to spite her.” An errant blue spark flitted through her mind, and she wet her lips with her tongue. [center]• • •[/center] One week later “Sooo glad we pre-ordered our convention passes,” a heavy-set girl in her twenties said, a pair of plush panda ears bobbing excitedly where they were affixed in her dirty-blonde hair. Suck that cock. I could taste in the relative darkness her girlish cum leaking out onto my face and then very quickly her shrugs, shimmies, shakes and bolt like jerks that led up to her climaxing right down on to my face. “No, I will not call you ‘Gay’. Becky and Liz had said that they liked the idea of what I was going to do, but that was all; so I was a bit surprised to see both of them in the back of the taxi wearing only low heals. They all said Thank you Daddy you have been massage a very positive and encouraging influence for us, placing a lot of trust in our feelings and opinions. Her hands remained for the present on his head and neck, his strayed down to her delightfully full bottom Big Tits and he massaged and squeezed the two hemispheres as she moaned in appreciation. My mind drank in the rapture. "You've seen me naked." He happily groped her between bites of bacon and toast. Are you prepared for this?" We broke the kiss. She left me there while she returned the bowls to her car. What happened next has re-written my history forever.