Massage

I met my dad outside the massage parlour.

Rather than go to the pub, we’d agreed that a massage might make a nice change, so we booked a double session for a discounted price.

To make it memorable, we splashed for one of those special ones that offer happy endings.

There we were, father and son moaning alongside each other in pleasure, and also in pain.

I’ll tell you now, it was one of the best massages I’ve ever had.

And then for the happy ending, which on that day was a fruit crumble with vanilla ice cream.

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