“ ... um ... well ... um ... well I’m not sure really. Your new choirmaster arrived the other day as well as our new reverend for the church. They...have requested what they think is a very important meeting of some sort with all the parents and care givers of all the choir members. They gave no indication as to what it was they wanted to see us about - just be in the choir chamber at 7pm for a meeting that should last, hopefully, for no more than an hour. That’s all I can tell you.”Both mother. I said okay if she thought it would help. So after class when everyone else had gone, she came into the locker room wearing just a tank top and short shorts, pretty close to what I was wearing. She asked if I was ready for the massage and asked me to strip and put on a towel, then lay face down on the massage table. So I slipped out of my shorts and top behind the lockers and wrapped myself in the towel and came out to lay on the table. She asked if I was comfortable. I nodded and answered. My focus moves slowly from one picture to the next my imagination bringing her to life as I see her move from one position to the next as each piece of clothing falls away. In my head I can hear her whispering my name, her voice and accent so exotically different from what I hear daily on the streets outside. My hand slides up and down slowly as I focus on the next image. A close up of her bared breasts and my heart beats faster my mouth going dry. I can almost feel the caress of her smooth. We continued this was for a short time until Grace had another orgasm. I released Jim's cock and he moved right up and placed it at the entrance to my wife's pussy. I nodded to him to go ahead and he buried it to the hilt in one thrust. Grace let out a loud moan of approval. Jim started to pump in to her. Alternating strokes between hard and fast and long and slow. Soon Grace's breathing was getting faster. She was grinding her pussy in to Jim's pubic bone working up another good orgasm. She.