As he pointed to a guy demonstrating his massage technique. There were people two and three deep surrounding his booth. We decided to take a closer lo...k. As I neared the crowd, I saw something familiar from my pre married past. This massage therapist looked a lot like an old flame, Tommy Z. He was almost 6 tall, sandy colored hair, not overly muscular but a nice body. As we neared the crowd, I couldnt help notice his alluring smile and bright green bedroom eyes. This was Tommy Z.s look-alike.. ”“Haha. No, he's in his late twenties. He represents the biggest corporation we do business with. To me, he's worth millions. That boat we were on this weekend is a direct result of his business.”Now he had my attention. We had a pretty good lifestyle. I certainly couldn't ask for anything more. If I need anything, I just ask Chuck. He's never refused to buy me anything.“Alright then. Please tell me more?”“Well, it seems that every time I see him and we start talking, he turns the conversation. As her skirt lifted at every footfall, I was mesmerised by the glimpses of buttocks and labia as she ran. After some 5km we stopped at one my favourite spots for a drink of water. The spot overlooked a small, seemingly hidden valley with a trickle of a stream fed by a spring somewhere, it was a torrent in the winter, but was now quiescent.We kissed gently at first then with more ardour; our hands exploring the bodies we knew so well from dancing together; but now the touching had the urgency of. That was one problem he didn't have to worry about.Oh, well, Jason was going to have to face the music sometime today, so he screwed up his courage and rode home to face his wife. He wondered if she had some kind of sixth sense about his wellbeing, because she met him at the door with a scowl on her face. "OK, Jason, why are ya so late getting home this time? ... Oh, my goodness, ya've been wounded! What happened!?! I worry so much about ya, an' now ya've done somethin' else foolish. I just.