My divorce might be over, but I still needed the soothing relaxation from the Lady's Touch Massage Parlor. I came at least once a week to relax and enjoy myself, usually on a weekday. But today was special. My daughter had just turned eighteen. “Just relax and enjoy yourself,” I told her as she stood up to go back. “This will change your life. Just go with whatever Carmelita does.” My daughter, Laurita, gave me a strange look. “What does that mean, Mom?” I just winked at her. “Enjoy. Happy birthday, Laurita.” “Mmm, I'll take care of you, pretty girl,” Carmelita said, taking my daughter by the arm and leading her back. The masseuse had a similar shade of golden-brown skin to my daughter. A naughty tingle raced through me at the thought of Laurita having her first lesbian massage. Or maybe it wasn't her first one. It was the japanese twenty-twenties. Kids were supposed to be getting up to all sorts of things that worried parents. I never thought Laurita was doing anything, but then did my parents know when I lost my teachers virginity? “She's so cute,” said Lee, speaking English. She knelt on her receptionist chair, wiggling back and forth. I had come to learn a lot about her. She had a Master who utterly controlled her in some strange BDSM relationship. She probably had a vibrator in her buzzing away, unable to cum without his permission. “I hope my daughter's that cute when she's that age.” “When she starts growing boobs, she'll stop being so cute and become a bit of a nightmare,” I told her. “But Laurita mellowed out the last year.” “I think her daddy can keep her in line.” My usual masseuse, Juana, opened the door. She was Carmelita's younger sister, a cute girl in her early twenties, dark hair spilling around a lovely face. Her eyes sparkled. In Spanish, she asked, “Mmm, you ready, pretty lady?” My pussy went molten. “Mother of God, yes.” I stood up, my pussy soaking my panties with my excitement. I never thought I would enjoy women so much. I didn't consider myself a lesbian, but when I was here, it just felt so right to be touched by, and to japan touch back, a woman. To have that wonderful release that a good orgasm could bring. Nothing more relaxing gang bang in the middle of a busy workday. I followed Juana back. She had a big smile on her face as she took me into the very last door. They were encased with rubber too to dull the sound. We then got up, Kendra and her dad hugged and kissed and they teachers started to talk with one another. “What happened?” I asked. Switching channels Derrick stated, "Alright, we have solved the mystery. He pointed at the inflamed pink of her aroused nipples, bleeding through her shirt. He looked up from his scotch at her. I hate the cold, but I would love seeing them running naked through the snow.” If the wetness coating my fingers wasn't a clue enough to tell me that she's enjoying this, the constant contraction of her pussy while I finger-fucked her surely was. gang bang Finally, Niky jumped and said, “I need another beer.” None for the restaurant chain. I was such a wicked mother. What does ‘it's only fair’ even mean, anyways?" “Adrianna!” Furia mewled, writhing sensually in her lover’s arm, her cock throbbing japanese visibly, “If I don’t fuck something, japan I’m going to lose my mind!” She looked pleadingly into Adrianna’s eyes, “I’m sorry I’m like this!