Cindy collapsed on the bed; she was looking straight at the camera, like she knew I was in the closet. She was breathing so heavy I thought she was go...ng to pass out. Jim went into the bathroom to clean up a little; when he came back Cindy had passed out.Jim lay behind her and reached over her. He started to massage her pussy again, this woke her up. Cindy said that she wanted him to fuck her pussy doggy style, while she was on her side. I thought it was a little odd, but, couldn’t stop. This evening he was wearing tight Lycra shorts which revealed a big bulge. His wife must have been the envy of many women. I certainly envied him. I had shared a shower with them a couple of times, and had chatted with them about not much in particular. They seemed very pleasant people.This particular evening I worked my chest and triceps, and then decided to go to the sauna. When I went in, the two of them were in there sitting on the upper bench. He had his legs apart with his penis. I am still wet. My clitoris is still hard, like a pebble. If the girl left the room, I would stay in here and fantasize about her and give myself another orgasm. But here she is offering to continue the massage for another forty-five minutes! Maybe she likes me as much as I like her. April began seeing the two of them together in her mind. The masseuse was holding her hand while they walked down the street, both of them oblivious to the stares of the passersby. They were on their way to April's. Since she’s blind, extremely crowded places, like bars, aren’t that great for her health and sanity. In fact, she’d never really socialized before she met me. I started dragging her into the bar every once in a while and she got used to it. We would meet every week at the college bar and she would usually arrive in a ‘taxi’ as the campus staff called it (it was just a broken down golf cart that one of the autoshop people fixed). The taxi was driven by a nice but nerdy guy whose name I could.