It didn’t take us long to get her naked between us and she was obviously loving the feeling of being groped and played with by two sets of hands. I ...tepped back and let Mike enjoy himself with my wife. I sat down with my cock in my hand, and watched this older man fondle my wife. She reached down and felt of the bulge in his jeans and I heard a gasp. When she unzipped him and pulled out his cock I could see why, it was enormous not so much long as fat. She dropped to her knees and tried to suck. ‘Oh that’s just great!’ ‘Why? You are free to divorce me as soon as we get out of here.’ ‘Yeah, but—well, I don’t want to screw you out of finding somebody either! That’s completely unfair. Aren’t there any ways to prove we didn’t do it?’ Laila nodded. ‘But there is still. . . what is the word? A cloud? A sign?’ ‘A stigma?’ ‘Yes! Stigma. I’d be a virgin, but a divorced one.’ ‘That’s so stupid!’ ‘That’s tradition.’ Alec leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling, wondering what he should do. Man these folks have a lot of gear. I saw training equipment and, this peaked mypersonal perveted interest, a massage table...This was not you dinky portable table but a real solid professional massage table. It took two big guys alot of time to squeeze that thing into the house.My fantasy started getting the best of me and I could see myself laying on the table getting a softmassage. First my shoulders and my neck and then progressing slowly to my lower back. The forcedown pushing my pelvis. Only old people went to the post office and then the library and in between they needed the odd cup of tea and perhaps a toasted tea-cake or fruit scone to round off their intermittent excursions.So this is where Harry sat most weekday mornings between 11 and 11.30, in one of the window seats if he could manage, or in the shadows near the rear from where he could observe the other patrons as they came, supped their brews and went, back on their weary way into the world they had come from,.