Before I began Barb asked, “Would you mind if I got a massage today without this sheet on me? I felt a few fairly strong contractions from her vagina and then a tremendous squeeze on my thumb. She wasn’t prudish, but like many women she was embarrassed or ashamed to show her body. She said she had enough massage today. I had to stop. Then again, maybe I’m speaking too soon; I shouldn’t say there is nothing special about her. What a life! Barb said that what I was doing felt nice. She cooed and moaned with pleasure every stroke. Barbara wasn’t yet 30 years old when I first met her. After her first massage, I looked at her in a totally different way. This is Barb, the Sunday school teacher type, am I hearing correctly? I noticed she was doing a little rocking on her own but didn’t really pay attention to it.
