When Mr. Lay got upstairs, he laid Gina out on his own bed. She could tell it was his room because there was absolutely nothing feminine about it, and they'd passed by Lauren's room on to his. Smiling at her, he began massaging her legs, making them even limper. Gina felt like she had absolutely no energy left, the intense teasing with the food downstairs and her orgasm as he ate her out had completely exhausted her... but the massage felt wonderful.
As she watched him rub her body, his eyes taking in the sight of her naked beauty, she contemplated on the advantages of a much older lover. Sure, he was old enough to be her dad, but it wasn't like she was in high school anymore. They weren't going out on dates... it was just sex. And his age and experience meant that he was doing things to her body that no guy her age did... plus he was taking the time to make sure that she was satisfied. Everything so was easy, she didn't have to work hard to make sure that she was going to cum - he did it for her!
Even now, with his talented and soothing hands, the massage was bringing new life back to her body. She moaned a little as his fingers kneaded her thighs, little jolts of pleasure starting to awaken her pussy all over again. When was the last time she'd gotten this much sexual pleasure with a guy her own age? Mostly it was just wham-bam thank you ma'am. Sure, the guys in Europe had been great for new experiences, but even then she'd needed more than one of them to give her as much pleasure as she was getting from Mr. Lay!
And there was just something so wonderfully naughty about all of it, that made her feel deliciously bad inside.
"Ooooo... Mr. Lay," she moaned as his fingers brushed against her smooth mound, "You're getting me all wet again," she was practically panting as his hands engulfed her breasts, making the massage something blatantly sexual.