Mark showed no reaction and simply went to work. He rubbed some oilinto his hands and got busy working on my wife's body. I was sitting onthe couch no... five feet from the massage table. I held an issue ofCosmo in my lap, but I didn't read a word. I couldn't take my eyes offof my wife and the man who had his hands all over her.As I watched, I realized that Mark was indeed a very handsome man. Hewas tall, I would guess 6'2'' or more. He was clearly in get shape. Hewore a white polo shirt which. She tousled Lydia's ringleted dirty-blonde hair. "I love what you've done with the place. The paintings," referring to Kazuri's collection of Japanese illuminated manuscripts, hanging on the living room walls, "really go well with the magazine piles and your guitars." Thanks, Lydia. It's not much, but it's much less depressing than blank white walls. Whoever thought that was a good color for a living space should be dragged out into the street and shot."Turning around, Lydia motioned to James. Cristi dropped her robe and lay face down on the table. Nikki grabbed the oil and slowly applied it over her legs. Nikki started at Cristi’s left ankle and worked each muscle group to her butt cheek. I was feeling uneasy with my cock tenting my dress pants. Cristi wiggled her ass as Nikki dipped her fingers deep to massage her inner thigh. She then stepped back and oiled Christi’s right ankle and began again. By the time her hands were kneading Cristi’s right cheek, Cristi was. .. " I said, then suddenly something clicked and I immediately added, "not." Why not?" Candice asked surprised."I just don't do that kind of thing, that's all." Oh... Then how come Charlie told my dad you'd love it?" Charlie?" Joey said with amusement."Tim's dad," Candice clarified."I knew who you meant," Joey said, grinning. "I just never heard anyone call him anything but Charles before." It's his childhood name," I explained. "My grandmother called him that too. Well, when she wasn't calling.