I shifted slightly to open my legs a little. The masseuse became even bolder with her strokes - they were beginning to feel more than accidental brush...s, her fingers seemed to linger on my balls.My heart skipped a beat. The masseuses had asked us both to flip over. My cock was hard and a feeling of horror ran through my head - not only was my masseuse going to see that I was very pleased with her intimate strokes but my wife and her masseuse would also see that I’d been enjoying myself a little. She was terrified.Allison’s eyes blinked, and looked towards the voice that spoke to her. She saw her beautiful friend and smiled, “Hi.”“Sweety, are you okay?”Allison paused and considered herself. ‘Am I okay? I don’t know, maybe Bethany knows. Bethany probably knows better than me.’ The delay was tearing Bethany apart. Finally, Allison spoke up, “I don’t know, I guess I feel okay.”“Do you know who I am?”“Bethany.” Allison smiled. Bethany looked so stressed, and her eyes were welling up. She. I glared at Berry for letting it happen as I guided Kitty from the room. She didn't have to tell me what this meant. Every person in town would know that she was the recipient of a large sum of money, and it wouldn't be long before our telephone would start ringing.She'd been able to keep her share of the proceeds from the contents of the house secret, but this was different. The amount of the check was under six figures, but still a tidy sum in the eyes of most residents in our small town. As. But just sitting on the sofa kissing I'd want you to put your hand on my thigh, knowing I have no panties on. Touch me slowly, higher and higher. Keep kissing me and as you move your hand I'll spread myself for you, because I want you to be there, touching me. When your fingers are sticky and wet I want to lick them and share the taste with you. I know you'll have a gentle touch with me. Maybe you'll want to kneel on the rug and kiss me there. I'd be spread wide open then and very ready, ready.