We exchanged pleasantries and he asked me if my wife was joining me. I explained the issue with my ankle and that Sarah had gone golfing with another ...ady. He asked how bad my ankle was and i told him it was painful but not too bad and that i just didn't fancy putting it through a round of golf. He told me his wife was a physiother****t and he’d ask her to look at it if i wanted, saying it was the least he could do for helping him earlier in the locker room. “Nice offer thanks” I said.He said. She was in danger of finding his growing prick.Joe wanted her to find his cock. He was sweatyprofusely now and he could feel the horny burning addto his fire. He smacked her eager young bottom again.“And why do you enjoy getting spanked, Breasty Bobbi?”he asked, running his hand up her arched back and thendown to her quivering tail. It was then he noticed thezipper tracing her spine.“It’s because I’m a naughty little slut,” she crooned.He spanked her again. . It has been a main item in the sheets to add to the moment.. For several years my wife has said she would gladly do it if she could only fing the right guy.. I was amazed as i knew how hot she was and how easy it seemed to me, it just was not for her.. Then one night we made love and right after we were done she said.. "you know there is this one guy i met that i think is soo hot".. I told her to check it out and see what happens.. For the next couple of days i would exchange messages with. A quiet moment to himself to masturbate. He’d just moved into his own place. Away from all the bullshit and drama of parents and college. He looked at his new abode... it would need a lot of work. But it was his. “Not yet,” he muttered to his own thoughts. He needed to christen the place. Make his mark. He slipped his hand over his jeans and rubbed. He was already half hard. He smiled as he stroked his length through the fabric. Pausing to take something out of his pocket…. his wallet and ,.