09/06: The Massage from the Man with the Biggish Penis
Category: General
Posted by: Mrs Townsend
The winner was Chesham Penis. He comes from Chesham and has a penis.
Number four cant add by the way in spite of her maths a-level as he got six right.
I had a rare Friday night empty house and he arrived right on time at 7pm.
He brought a bottle of wine, and at 7.30 the Indian food was delivered. He insisted on paying for it so I came out of this very well. Number four must be gutted. We had a chat over dinner and shared a few secrets. Since you are reading this I will share one with you. Number four doesn't have a lot of pubic hair for a grown up, especially a dark haired grown up.
We finished dinner then finished the wine. I got mine out. My wine all you filthy minds. Then it was time to be massaged.
I sat back on my settee and he began by taking off my shoes and massaging my feet. He spent ages on that which was very enjoyable. He was keen and detailed rather than skilled, but very enjoyable all the same.
Then he started sliding up my legs. I wore a long grey dress. It seems more naughty to be massaged under a long dress.
Then we decided to move to the bedroom. I told him to give me five minutes, and I undressed and draped a tiny pink towel over my bottom as I lie on the bed.
He quickly got into his stride and spent half an hour on my back and legs being always the perfect gentleman.
Then I pulled off the towel and he continued. This time he included my buttocks, and also had a sly touch of my breasts at the side now and then thinking I didnt realise he did it on purpose. Some ladies breasts arent totally hidden when we lie on our fronts.
Then I asked for some extra neck and shoulders attention, which I duly received.
Then I sat up and pulled the duvet around me and pointed out to him that it was important I could let my readers know how long his penis was.
I took the tape measure I had prepared earlier off my dressing table and told him to pull down his trousers.
He obliged and goodness me it was stiff, with gooey bits coming out the end as well.
I measured it and it was eight and a half inches long. So quite big.
Then I said he could put it away and he kissed my hand before disappearing into the night.
Number four cant add by the way in spite of her maths a-level as he got six right.
I had a rare Friday night empty house and he arrived right on time at 7pm.
He brought a bottle of wine, and at 7.30 the Indian food was delivered. He insisted on paying for it so I came out of this very well. Number four must be gutted. We had a chat over dinner and shared a few secrets. Since you are reading this I will share one with you. Number four doesn't have a lot of pubic hair for a grown up, especially a dark haired grown up.
We finished dinner then finished the wine. I got mine out. My wine all you filthy minds. Then it was time to be massaged.
I sat back on my settee and he began by taking off my shoes and massaging my feet. He spent ages on that which was very enjoyable. He was keen and detailed rather than skilled, but very enjoyable all the same.
Then he started sliding up my legs. I wore a long grey dress. It seems more naughty to be massaged under a long dress.
Then we decided to move to the bedroom. I told him to give me five minutes, and I undressed and draped a tiny pink towel over my bottom as I lie on the bed.
He quickly got into his stride and spent half an hour on my back and legs being always the perfect gentleman.
Then I pulled off the towel and he continued. This time he included my buttocks, and also had a sly touch of my breasts at the side now and then thinking I didnt realise he did it on purpose. Some ladies breasts arent totally hidden when we lie on our fronts.
Then I asked for some extra neck and shoulders attention, which I duly received.
Then I sat up and pulled the duvet around me and pointed out to him that it was important I could let my readers know how long his penis was.
I took the tape measure I had prepared earlier off my dressing table and told him to pull down his trousers.
He obliged and goodness me it was stiff, with gooey bits coming out the end as well.
I measured it and it was eight and a half inches long. So quite big.
Then I said he could put it away and he kissed my hand before disappearing into the night.
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