"Wonderful, then I'll get everything in order once we start yourmassage, but in the meantime let's focus on you honey. We've got a lotto do and we're ... bit behind schedule," said Maureen typing on heripad. "I just texted the masseuse to come up, so she'll be here in afew minutes." Cool, I get a massage first," said Julian sipping his wine. "I likethat idea." Yes. No offense you're pretty tense, and I'll bet all worked up inside so I think you could use it," said Maureen making a few notes."But. I didn’t want to loose this opportunity, i started to touch her thighs very often while talking which she did not seem to resist or object. Instead she seemed to be enjoying. I boldly progressed and pulled her to sit on my lap and started kissing on her lips (french kissed) (from the way she reacted i understood that she had never been kissed that way ) i then locked the front door and told her not to worry about anything, because no one could see us as there were glass doors with a dark. Of all the feelings that flooded my psyche, one refused to go away, I’m gonna marry that girl someday, I resolved and drifted off to sleep. Very quickly it became apparent to those around us that Sharon and I were more than friends. Although, she was still seeing Stu, the college jock, she was hanging with me a lot of the time. Her expertise at Pinochle rivaled my own and we made a formidable team. Our weekly dates were fun and growing increasingly romantic. The evening usually ended with us. "I know that I have changed but I can't remember ever being the sort of man who would sell his own children." Now you are twisting my words" she said "I never suggested that you sell the girls." Give up parental rights in return for three hundred pound a week. I sure sounds like selling them to me." Well you know I didn't mean it like that I was just trying to point out the advantages to you" she said."To tell you the truth, the Julie I knew wouldn't have dreamed of asking me to do this. She.