She was pushing back at him, rolling her hips with her eyes closed and an expression of pure bliss etched on her face. And almost like clockwork, I sa... Paul’s butt cheeks flex tightly and then he thrust quickly into her three of four times before pushing in one final time. He held his position, trembling with his head thrown back and his eyes rolling backwards.“Oh, baby!” he gasped as he buried his prick all the way up her cunt. His climax was so incredibly vivid that I could almost feel him. Yes, Chris thought, there was no reason for her being so afraid when he'd come to the door.She would try to act the lady, conversing fluently in French with this mysteriously good-looking gentleman, and remember her etiquette, squeezing her lemon with the prongs of the fork, dipping the soup spoon away instead of towards you... those tiny, yet consequential vignettes of cuisine that separated the more sophisticated from the lesser. And when the Chateaubriand for two would be served, she would. I was off to the side sipping a beer, but my mind wasn't in the room. It was busy reliving the night I had caught my second wife with one of her lovers. Dan came up to me and asked me what was wrong."You were as ready to keep partying as anybody when we left the bar. Now you look like you're down in the dumps. Why the quick change?"I'd had enough to drink to be open and so I told him about the memories that his wife had just triggered. I and four friends were on a three day fishing trip. We had. I wondered if she had suggested this before. Then she left me in no doubt as she got into position to stroke her client's thigh with one hand and my cock with the other.Then she released me and moved close to her customer's ear and whispered, "You enjoy sensual massage?" Yes please," the American replied, slowly grinding her hips into the massage table.So the masseuse pulled down the black thong and began to go to work on her client's inner thighs. She beckoned me to get closer and whispered in.