I removed her bra totally… and was mesmerized to see 2 big globies looking a me and laughing. just like a hungry tiger I grabbed them and started sq...eezing. she was all smiling seeing my excited face. She was in her bottom pants and I was in my boxers.She stopped me from squeezing her breast and hugged me tightly to feel my body to her skin. I could feel her heart was beating much faster that usual and body was more than warm . She left a big breath. Then I looked into her eye and said I. It was all I could do to prevent humping the table as she did. As she moved her hands from my bottom I felt her gently brush my balls. I wanted her so bad even if my wife was a few feet away. She told me to turn over and placed a warm cloth over my eyes. At this time I knew that I had to be pitching a 8.5 inch tent clearly visible for her and the other massage ther****t. She began rubbing my hands again and I could feel my forearm against her stomach as she slowly rocked each arm and hand. But her plans for tonight didn't include meeting any men, just to have a couple of drinks and dancing, not letting her latest failed relationship get to her.Then again, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea from now on just to bring guys over for a quick, impersonal fuck now and then, nothing more.Marla showered, put in her diaphragm (a force of habit), and dried her hair.She had taken off her jewelry before she had cleaned the house that morning; now as she had gone to brush her hair once it was. ‘VV,’ she beamed as I walked towards her. Standing up we kissed each other four times, hugged and she kept my hand in hers as we sat opposite each other. ‘Une bouteille du Ruinart, s’il vous plait Marielle,’ she asked the owner, ‘ we have something to celebrate.’ A waiter poured two flutes and sat the bottle in a sceau at the side of our table. As I mentioned, I had known K for many years and in many lives previously. And my curiosity picqued by her invitation I broached the subject at hand..