She might also have noticed that her own little girl had a small smile on her face, after being denied the chance to do something she apparently wante... to do.But Polly wasn't looking at the girls.What Polly was looking at in her mind's eye was two young girls out with two experienced men. What that looked like in her mind's eye was two sets of naked male buttocks bounding up and down between two sets of slim teenaged legs."No!" gasped Polly. Then her mind caught up to the last thing Becca had. He slowly turned and took a step back toward that drug store. Pausing again, he looked across the street at a shop, in the front he saw a planter box with some fake flowers stuck in the dirt. He immediately began running as fast as he could manage. Turning the corner he saw Marianne sitting on the ground with her back against the wall. The needle was still stuck in her arm and she was drooling what was left of the man’s cum from her mouth. Getting closer he saw it wasn’t cum, it was a frothy. The rain continued to fall ever so softly against the windshield and roof. For the first time, one of them spoke. ‘I love you,’ he said. ‘I love you too,’ she said. And they fell silent. She kissed him goodbye and he reluctantly got out of the car. He stood in the rain and watched as she checked her makeup. He watched as she slipped on her wedding ring, watched as she checked her cell phone for any missed calls. He watched, and felt a part of himself die. She pressed her hand against the window. Grabbing the massage lotion, which was in a warming tray, I started on her shoulders. As I began she softly gave me little suggestions on how to move my hands. I worked slowly down her shoulders over her back. My hands moved slowly but deliberately down her sides where the bulges of her breasts met the table. At first my hands just barely touched them before retreating to her upper back but with each return they became bolder feeling more of each one. I could swear I could feel her chest.