Then it came. The first time he touched me. He began the massage by placing his open hand in the center of my bare back. At once my nervous intimidati...n detached from my body so completely it was like a soul separating and flying away at death. I felt an intensely calm heat emanating from his hand and radiating through my body like a wave of dream inducing passion. That wave enveloped my whole body but centered between my legs as if it were home. With that hand he then pressed down and gently. If his hideout were ever discovered, which would be unlikely, he would at least have an escape route along the tunnel.He arrived at the deserted mansion late at night and entered through the cold store. Everything was as he had left it, and he had stocked the cellar with dried food and water sufficient to hide out for several weeks. For comfort he had added an old table, chair and bed. The cellar door he had concealed amongst the rubble and locked from the inside, the cold store he had locked. He positioned himself and pushed slowly inside her as I watched his head disappear and bit by bit slid his cock deep into my wife. Probably realising that it was me, my wife pushed back as I watched her cute ass rub against his pelvis and his cock go ever deeper.Now I was totally horny and had already slipped my shorts off and was applying a little KY to my own cock while I slid my fingers up and down to the beat. I watched the repair guy rock back and forth, sliding his cock inside and hearing. "You are an expert dressmaker, aren't you?" she continued, but then didn't wait for his response, "But like most males, you are totally inadequate in doing anything pertaining to carpentry. Think I don't know about your silly little false front in your closet? All the illegal clothes in there?"He swallowed nervously, his throat and mouth suddenly parched.Her hand reached out and took a hold of his chin. Lifted it until his frightened eyes looked back at her. "Jane?" she said to one of her.