I’d zoned out to the point where I’d forgotten my wife was in the same room. That was until those strokes down the inner thigh turned into brushes...of my balls. I stayed still, thinking she is just doing a thorough job and touching my balls accidentally. After all this is a professional massage in an award winning spa, not a seedy parlour. But the brushes kept happening and the rubbing of my glutes crept deeper towards my crack. I found myself enjoying it, the thrill of being touched whilst my. Every time the events replayed in my mind I could feel a tingling in between my legs. The thoughts running through my head were hedonistic. My daydreaming was interrupted by a noise coming from across the street. My neighbor’s son was back from college. He was mowing the lawn wearing only his gym shorts.I found myself staring at his well-defined muscular build covered in sweat. I had gazed far too long and he noticed me through the window. He waved and smiled as I bit my lower lip while ogling. I held the door and looked back over my shoulder. A young woman was pacing swiftly toward the elevator. She was dressed in a light blue shortsleeved shirt and black above the knee skirt. She looked all business, obviously worked in some of the big offices nearby. I pushed the door wide open and the girl slid past me, entering the elevator. I smelled her perfume – delicate aroma of fresh flowers. “Thanks,” she said with a gasp, then scanned the tight cell squeamishly. “What floor?” I asked,. .. work. Then it hit! Kathy... Kathy was the pigeon! "Take the heat off... a patsy..." That was it! Oh, Jesus!Buddy wouldn't believe it, refused to. "Naw. She's probably just out for the afternoon. Wait a couple more hours... till one or two maybe. Then start worrying. And for Chrissakes, Art, put those Rolaids away!"Art grunted and stuffed the wrapper into his shirt pocket. "Okay, but I want to head back to the office to see if they've picked up the trail on Jim's girl friend. What was her.