My wife restarted the hand-job. It instantly felt much better than before. I was trying to relax while keeping an eye out for any one that may see wha... was going on. I was finding it a little difficult but luckily most people were asleep, those that were not were engrossed in films. My wife whispered encouragement in my ear as she stroked my cock. It was turning into a good hand-job despite the improvised lube. I could not stop thinking of the people only 2 feet away that had no idea what we. " I struck out too." Said Samantha."Ditto." added Tiffany."Shit," I sighed, "I even peeked into the heads of a couple promising looking guys I didn't know and still came up empty."We tabled the discussion while the waitress took our order and brought us our drinks."I did have an idea though, "offered Mike, "there a several forums and chat rooms devoted to anarchy type sentiments, if anyone can point us towards quality fakes, it would be someone there." How hard would that be?" I asked, "I can't. And even if it was possible, then they'd be married, he'd have to work. He could leave school and get a job, but it wouldn't really be good for Shahia if he worked in McDonald's for the rest of his life.And all this was begging the question: was the rest of his life going to be about Shahia? It seemed so silly to be thinking about this when they'd never even kissed. Well, almost never, he said in response a very clear memory: she had kissed him once, a memory he cherished a great deal.All this. " Sorry, Lover." With a soft feathery touch, you continued slowly, pausing to ask if I was fine every so often. Little by little, you felt me relax. For a moment, you thought I'd fallen asleep.You kissed my shoulder, touching it softly. "Baby, don't fall asleep yet. I want you to turn over."I moaned, "Awwwww, spoil-sport." I turned over with your help, yelping with pain.The first thing you did was kiss me passionately. You smirked, and laughed devilishly, "Your massage will commence soon..