"There . . . look over there." I said loudly as I pointed towards both of them. "See those two women over there? Now that's fat! You don't look an...thing . . ." Tim!" Susan interrupted from behind. "They can hear every word you're saying! They're staring at us . . . stop it." So what," I said as I turned to face her. "I don't care if they can hear me . . . I'm just tired of this Susan. It's a beautiful day outside and instead of being able to enjoy it, I'm stuck being dragged around a. While they were busy I snuck away and up the stairs to see what was going on.There were voices in the master bedroom, and when I leaned against the door and pressed my ear to it I could make out what they were saying. Al was telling my mother how exciting she was and how he had missed her and did she remember all the good times they'd had as kids? And my mother replied: "Yes I do, especially when we used to go to the lake and masturbate to see who could come first. Do you recall that? Al?. Her brown eyes seemed to be looking deep into Mandy’s eyes making Mandy a little uncomfortable. It was as though Lucy knew her.Their discussions revealed that Lucy ran an up-market massage parlour specifically for women. The synopsis of her accounts which she had brought with her showed that Lucy was running a very successful business and trade was very good. They agreed to do business and after concluding the details of a contract Lucy offered Mandy and Gina a free whole body massage. He was a woman, amarried woman and he was Ned's very real housewife, the very type Ned hadalways wanted, full time. How could Ned not be excited.The advances continued as they moved into the large dining room. Nedmoved an end chair away and soon had Timmy bent over the large table. AsTimmy teetered on the shiny, black patent leather five-inch stilettoheeled shoes Ned quickly pulled the sturdy, heavily paneled panty girdledown Timmy's smooth legs and then off and then he worked and swished.