One bloke was obviously wanking himself through the holes in his coat and trouser pockets, and kept glancing sideways, worried someone might notice hi.... I was more interested in ogling the girls, but I was aware of his arm jerking furiously, then before he left he wiped the floor with his shoe. I always did it in my pants of course, even if I was treating myself to a knob-rub rather than pressing up against the bar for once. I remember Miss Micki particularly enjoyed putting on a show for two. “So,” I said after a couple of bites. “How was Germany?”“Eisleben, Erfurt, Wittenberg – wonderful. The Lutherhaus, the Stadtkirche where he preached. It’s not that I found anything I couldn’t have got online or from the library, but somehow, just being there – it brought it alive for me.”“I didn’t know you were into religion?”She flipped her hand. “I’m not fanatical, but one has to decide whether to acknowledge or deny the spiritual realm, I think. I go to Saint Mary’s sometimes. But the. The kind you might see used as a belt on a robe. Occasionally he slapped his other hand with it. Then surprisingly he called over another man. A fair skinned strawberry blonde with freakles and strong arms. “What do you think”! He barked. Turning me around to face the wall. Without a sound the new man grabbed a fistful of my swimmers from the back. Pulled up with all the strength he could muster until my loose fitting swimmers were now jammed tight in my crack. Wrapping my cheeks as though they. I asked my wife if the guy was still at the house. In an effort to keep the guy from knowing that I was aware that he was there, my wife pretended to be talking about our dog. She simply said, “Oh yes, Charlie’s right beside me on the bed” I asked her what the guy did to her. Again, using the dog she said, “Are you kidding! As soon as I got in the door he jumped up and showed me how excited he was to see me, of course he ate – like there was no tomorrow.” Now that I knew he ate my wife out, I.