Per my usual practice, the three of us met for an application/orientation session in my office.Upon first meeting the pair it was easy to understand A...drew's attraction to his wife. Jennifer was an extremely good-looking woman in her mid-thirties who displayed all of the self assurance necessary to her professional role while at the same time showing a warmth which made our conversation relaxed and productive from the start. After seating Jennifer in one of several large, comfortable chairs I. I rubbed my hands together once more, as I increased the heated sensation of my palms before I cupped each of her breasts, in my hands. I used my thumbs to work the oil, over her hard nipples. I gently pinched and twisted each nipple. She moaned. I then asked if she would turn over so I could release the tension built up in her shoulders. She obliged me and flipped over onto her stomach. She sighed, as she relaxed. I dribbled a little oil over her back, as I massaged her muscles. I used my. There was a note in the seat. She opened the folded paper. All it said was, "LUV YA!!!" Nothing else. She took the keys from under the seat, and her "baby" roared to life for her. The place they had chosen for their party was an old orchard that had been used for "Camp Meetings," in the past. In the summertime, it was cool and shady, and, as it was only a few yards from a pool in the river, used for baptisms, was the perfect place for the old fashioned revivals. Many a soul had been saved in. We got there on time and the girls were dolled up to the nines. Ted took Wendy as he had the motorbike (Honda 125) and I had a car (Ford Anglia) and we went up to a pub where most workers went on a Saturday night. Good drink, bar food (pie and peas) and a band pumping out some screechy noise. 10:30 came quickly and we took the girls back. We all went in my car as Ted was a little over, to say the least. Again, the girls asked us in for coffee but this time as the night was young, we were not in.