" Mike said with a laugh as I blushed an evendarker shade of red at the thought of him seeing me in those skimpythings."But the best part of living wi...h Patti is that we can share our clothessince we're the same size. I mean I could never borrow a blouse or apair of pantyhose from my husband, now could I?"Tom smiled as he said, "He wouldn't be much of a husband if you couldborrow those things from him, now would he?"Judy laughed."No I guess he wouldn't be much of a husband or much of a man. "Cut the bullshit, David. Who the fuck is she?" I don't know who you are talking about." The GIRL, David. The fucking whore. The fucking whore who left THESEin your car!" With that, Christine hurled a pair of high heels atDavid, narrowly missing his head."Did you fuck her in your backseat, David? Is that why she left thesefuck-me shoes in the back of the car? Couldn't she even have thedecency to get dressed again after screwing you?"David picked up the shoes she had thrown at him. They. I smiled and said “Thanks”. She did the head massage and moved to my neck area. She is good in her profession and did the job in a passionate manner. She applied the oil on my breast and massaged my breast. My breast became harder and harder. Then she moved to my hip area, applied oil on my navel and gave a nice royal touch massage. She came to the lower zone. She massaged my legs, toe and thigh. When she was massaging my thigh I really felt the heat. She slowly moved to the pubic area. But she. There were men there who looked as if they had just come from working on ships in the harbor, and men in expensive business suits, too. - A lot of gay men really loved opera. A man about thirty-five, chubby, short, balding, in a beautiful yellow sweater and blue oxford shirt , walked up to me with a big smile. "I know you, I know you, but you don't know me!"I had a moment of dread. Maybe the mob from Los Angeles had finally tracked me down, and they were going to tie me naked to a pool table.