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“No, I am Mamasan. I will check on Coco for you. You follow me now.” She winked as she turned and led me past the curtain down a dim hall with doors lining the walls. She opened a door, and ushered me into a small dark room. On the wall opposite the door was a large mirror, which immediately excited me. I thought it might be interesting to be able to watch the fun from a third person perspective. In the center of the room sat the massage table, covered in bed sheets with a small towel neatly folded on top. In the corner there stood a series of shelves covered in oils, Kleenex, and towels. “Ok, you take off clothes now. I send Coco soon,” Mamasan said as she closed the door. The wave of cold rose up again as I peeled off my shirt and jacket. I took off my pants and underwear in one motion; excited to find myself totally naked in a place I’d never been before. Being naked in a strange place was such an incredible feeling. It was like I was shedding all the expectations that are normally laid out and followed by people in their daily “civilized” lives. I was diving headfirst into strange waters, and the tidal wave of uncertainty felt fantastic. I hung my clothes up on a hook on the wall, making sure that my underwear could easily be seen by Coco when she entered. I climbed face down onto the table, and unfolded the towel. I laid it horizontally across my rear, and then reached down between my legs to position my dick. I pressed it downward along my left leg; tucked in enough that it wasn’t obviously visible if the towel was lifted, but accessible enough so that if her hand massaged my upper thigh she might accidentally find my surprise. Then I waited. Minutes went by, maybe hours. It felt like days. In reality, it was probably no time at all. I took deep breaths to keep my body from shivering. I didn’t want to provide any reason for Coco to think that I wasn’t ready or deserving of her special talents. I discovered that a space heater resided on the floor near my head, I convinced myself it was doing a great job as I continued to take deep breaths and think warm calming thoughts. Finally, I felt my shoulders relax again just in asian time for a knock to come at the door. “Is ok?” I heard a squeaky muffled voice from the other side of the door. “Yes, come in,” I said, trying and failing to sound casual. The door opened, and I lifted my head enough to see Coco enter the room. She was youthful, maybe 24 years old with a thin angular face framed by long dark hair. Even in the dim light of the room, her black hair looked soft and silky. She was wearing a white shirt with a deep V-neck that tightly hugged her large breasts. The shirt japanese cut off about an inch above her almost impossibly this waistline. I could see a belly button winking at me in the midst of her milky white body “I’m Coco,” she oriental said in an even thicker accent than Mamasan. “Hi, I’m Kyle,” I said as she closed the door behind her. “You been MILF here before?” She asked. The weak human was protected by-." Zeke did exactly the last thing I wanted. But patience is a virtue. They made plans for oriental dinner that MILF Friday, since she was going to be tied up with her business the next day. “I can see you doing that.” They were camping out in the hallway. While we lived fairly close, it still was nice to stay there. My poor puss is a mess. “I don’t have girl trouble.” Pinkie and the other babe fought a furious boob battle with tits smashing and slapping again and again as the japanese bikers revved their engines and rammed the motorcycles into each other, scratching their chrome and spinning their rear tires, throwing dirt and pebbles everywhere. She switched hands and brought her left hand down to where mine was. Might as well...get her to explain it herself. Her tongue brushed my clit, sending a spark of delight through my cunt. As soon as Sarah realized he wasn’t going to go soft on her, she stood up and removed her night gown; she always slept naked no matter the weather. “Haha, mah bumps,” Rebecca echoed. “She had reached such a peak of anticipation and arousal that she could be denied no longer. I have decided to adopt the philosophy: "If it feels good; do asian it!"