And not that expensive either.For the price of a day in the spa I like....well....and I told myself it was also an investment in my marriage... I kept...coming up with valid reasons why I should,and couldn't think of many reasons not to.I almost booked one a few times when Jim was in work.Then one day I was having a glass of wine as I pottered around the house.I say a glass,it was my third glass.A habit that was becoming a little too frequent.And I was having a look at my favourite escort site. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Somehow, yes. I mean, we have no reason to be upset after what we just did, but holy shit!” she whispered. Just then, returning our gaze through the window of our sitting room, we both watched as Kurt began to increase the pace as he fucked my wife’s mouth. Jenn opened her mouth even wider and struggled to swallow each thrust, gripping Kurt’s legs for support. Finally, he tightened his grip on Jenn’s hair and pulled her down firmly over his hard cock. Then, Kurt leaned. Can we justput that behind us and move on. Please!"Phyllis tried to continue the argument. But Carol stuffed a large pieceof the sticky bun in his mouth which prevented any furthercommunication.Carol glanced at her watch and quickly finished her coffee, stood andput her cup in the sink. "Leave the dishes, I will get them tonight."She bent over and kissed Phyllis on the cheek. Grabbed her purse andheaded out the door.Phil finished his breakfast chewing slowly, trying to digest theemotional. Most of what she found is bound for the dump once we come back with a truck or a trailer in which to haul it away.But then, after going through more than a dozen cartons, when she was just about to give up, she opened a box that had been more securely sealed than the others with a lot more duct tape than was needed. It wasn’t promising at first. We discovered a couple of old Popular Mechanics magazines on top. The magazines under them were what we came here looking for.The very first magazine.