I straddled her hips, and placed my hands on her temples and massaged her slowly, until her eyes eased closed. Then I massaged the sides and back of her neck, and her shoulders. I rubbed her arms, and her chest above and beside her breasts, then down her rib cage. Sliding my hands in and up, I rubbed her breasts. I was in unknown territory here. I'd never massaged my mother's front, nor anybody else's, but I wanted to treat this woman to the best massage of her life, before I entered her.

My hands were firm, slow and gentle as I massaged her breasts, missing nothing, squeezing her nipples,...