Then she gave a little laugh, I didn't understand..."Sir can you sign the receipt."I looked at the girl behind the counter, she gave me a look like it...wasn't the first time she had asked for my signature. I gave her an apologetic grin and signed, as I handed her the receipt I looked to the front of the store where she had stood. This can't be real, I am sure that the groan escaped my mouth as I tried to get my print and get out of the store. I knew when I did get out of the store she would be. On all of these occasions it normally just ended up with a pleasant massage for my wife and the guys got to enjoy looking at her close up and massaging her all over.On a few occasions, I told one guy she had a sacroiliac problem and he suggested internal massage which ended up him spreading my wife's legs and inserting a number of fingers deep into her cunt. There also was another episode which I have shared in another story here where the masseur and I got to do more with her.This latest. A knock came at his door.Darren opened the door and Marcia stepped in. “Have a seat,” he said and gestured toward the sofa. “So, how many gaps did you identify?” he asked.“A few. Not many.”He handed her a yellow legal pad. “These are the ones I found.”Marcia scanned the sheet. “All of mine are on here ... plus a couple more.”“No showstoppers,” he replied.“I was looking over the agenda for the users’ conference,” she said. “I saw some presentations worth seeing.”“Meh,” he replied.“Why,. Whew my house is in site! Ahhh there's the Day family outside waving as I pass. I smile and wave back. It's just Mr and Mrs Day, I don't see their son Cid anywhere. He's such a nice k**. And has grown to be quite a young man. Cid will be leaving for collage after this summer break. I have to say I will miss his perverted blue eyes watching me. It makes me feel so wanted and hot. I call him over all the time for the smallest of chores. I pull into the driveway and press the button to open.