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... hugging Mary's pillow, kissing it, stroking it. Mary's clothes would be lying on Harold's bed, her collection of shoes would be lined up near his bed. Tracey knew that it would take time for him to come to terms with the tragedy, with the horrendous loss. Harold was fully aware of the effect the tragedy was having on his life. He had received naturist massages from young males, in the hope of some stimuli from their athletic physique and endowment. He had naturist massages from females. The happy ending wasn't happy at all for Harold: it felt meaningless, as if he were inside a slab of meat. The act was devoid of emotion, devoid of love, devoid of Mary . *** Victoria had suggested to Tracey that her boyfriend Ben should massage Harold. "It will do him the world of good, and Ben is very good!" Victoria continued. "That sounds like an excellent idea. I'll talk to daddy straight away." Tracey knew that Harold would always listen to her. Tracey had a feeling of self-satisfaction when Harold agreed. Ben was at least six feet two inches in height. His muscles rippled like a carved statue of the Roman Empire. His skin shone like a beacon, the oil enhanced his dark chocolate complexion. Harold couldn't help admiring Ben's endowment. It was at least nine inches in length, and the girth was manly. Even in its limp state it could easily enter any pussy, the sort of cock that could continue fucking even after multiple ejaculations! It was the sort of cock that would never know the ...

... trauma of impotence. After the preliminary introductions, Tracey left the two men to get acquainted. Ben suggested that he should start with Harold's back. Ben squirted oil onto the palms of his hands, making a clapping noise in the process. Ben's hands were dark and shiny, but the palms were lighter. Harold also noticed that Ben's foreskin was very dark too. The tip of the cock was very dark. Harold felt a current reverberating through his nerves as Ben's lubricated hands swept his thighs, buttocks, and then the shoulder blades. Ben's hand were large and strong. His fingers dug deep into Harold's tissue. Harold began to feel calm, relaxed, and tranquil. The shack was made out of straw, just a roof, as there was no particular need for walls. The sun was beaming, the dry heat was intense but the intermittent short blasts of the sea-breeze was refreshing. Harold found himself dozing off. He was only semi-aware of his surroundings as Ben's protective warm hands took long strokes. Ben's voice was husky, he had the local accent and dialect. His voice was gentle, mature, and soothing. Ben had started talking about classic English literature and world history. Harold listened eagerly, as Ben's smooth voice and mannerisms started to work wonders. Harold felt a tingling sensation every time Ben brushed past him. Ben's muscles were perfectly toned, yet they were warm, they were sensuous, they were soothing. Harold felt Ben's cock against the side of his body. It was an exhilarating ...