It usually does. One night Jan’s back was sore and Bill was there so he massaged her back. It was only her back! The problem was, Jan had a thing fo... massages. They turned her right the fuck on. Bill didn’t know. How could he know. Bill was good at giving massages and Jan was getting wet between her legs. She slipped her hand down the front of her jeans and stroked her by now, hard clit. She did it quietly. Bill didn’t even know. When Jan came, she shook a little but then told Bill thanks. She looked out and watched the clouds in the sky. They were heavy and filled with promising rain. It was only a matter of time before the rain came crashing down all over. None of that mattered. She was about to adopt her son. She was about to have a young boy, she once knew, that she could call her very own. She would have a boy who she could finally hear calling out name. She smiled at the notion. She smiled at the notion her son would be this wide eyed, big smiled son. Finally, they pulled. Her gaze, as always, settled inquisitively on the bold mysterious heights of Bountiful Towers with their rumors of tantalizing rites reserved for the privileged few. Those Towers rose on the skyline of the New City like resonate phallic crescendos of this hidden tower in her embrace, their shadows stretching across the New City and touching the edge of Old Town at the center of the megalopolis. There under a canopy of precious trees the ancient houses and shops of Old-Town lay beneath the hand. After some small chat I had to ask, "What is going on guys?"Adam then explained that everyone else was arriving at nine, not five minutes early, not five minutes late."Do you guys want me to go home and grab a suit?" I asked."Ow Dave, you didn't notice the living/lounge room did you?"I hadn't noticed what Adam was about to show me. Ten dining table style chairs in a circle. And a bench in the middle. The kind of bench you have in a locker room; long, narrow and pretty low to the ground.Ow.....