Then I saw something way in the back along a treeline. I drove towards it and saw that it was a green car like he had told me. I turned off my lights ...nd pulled up close in my pickup truck.A man got out of the car and walked slowly over to my truck on the passenger side. The door was unlocked and he opened it and got in. In the brief time the inside light was on I saw a guy who looked quite a bit like me; about my age mid-forties with short brown hair and no facial hair. Not skinny but. He continued to work his way down each of her legs again until he reached each foot again. He spent several minutes again on each foot as my wife moaned out how much she loved it. It had been almost an hour and the massage was coming to an end. My cock was rock hard and I couldn’t wait for him to leave so I could make love to my beautiful wife of twenty years. She looked fantastic as her body radiated as she laid on the bed. I decided that I needed to tip him for his services. He had done an. Just dont tell him the truth, tell him Im not home or something. I told her to have a great orgasm as she went out the door, she said shell try. Beats telling your spouse have a great day at work, that never happens. SCORE! She came home with dried cum streaks all over her face, hair, and glasses, her makeup running a bit, a few stains of protein on her white shirt. Instead of her usual nervous self, I got her usual nervous self with a big smile on her face. First thing she said was it was. They almost fell asleep in eachother's arms; it was just the arrival of the truck which would tow thevan back to the city which kept that from happening.* * *It had been years since Lamb had felt so good following an all-nightsession. Certainly, as he'd grown older, he'd needed less sleep, but hestill didn't have very much energy. Despite his mind being sharp,everything seemed to take more effort than it should. Now, though, hefelt like he could go another whole twenty-four hours before.