Why not? It wasn't as thoughwe married because we wanted to. One time, just one time I got lucky...and mom got wind of it. She threatened suicide unle...s we got hitched.She was crazy enough to go through with it. Of course it was the end ofme and Mom. But what I have now is falling apart.True, Mary is still great in bed... but I don't get that close thatoften any more. And I can't blame her. As we neared the resorts fair, Isuggested we split up... a little. Mary was about to agree, but statedwe. After this little chit-chat I said, "Let's see if I can make you feel a little better with a nice refreshing massage." Barb went to disrobe and I left the room to warm up some lotions, etc.After an hour or so I was just finishing up with a soothing connecting massage. I could tell she was still restless and knew she was looking for something new. I became so wrapped up in my massage I had forgotten what she was saying an hour ago about Jim and her sex life. It came back to me what she really. She moved out the door straight to the lift, we were in lower floor of 50 story building, and doors were open with many people entering the lift making it quite a tight squeeze inside. Margorie placed herself facing me , bosom hard against my chest and her hands touching my sides. The lift commenced rising when I felt hands on my trouser front, rubbing checking feeling. My hands then stretched to her rear also in an investigatory manner. Then her hands had unzipped my fly and one hand was in my. You'll suffer for this," I scream."Here's a towel for if, when, you come out."I'm getting more used to the temperature now. I try to keep quiet. I want him to know he's not getting to me."That old thing? I mean you must have got your moneys' worth out of it by now." Bastard!" Now he's getting to me. "That dress cost me two hundred quid." In old money?" he taunts."Bah!" I love this plan. I had the idea while I was learning to be a model. There's lots of free time sitting around. It gives you an.