The rest of the story will be told by my wife.I walked into the physical therapy office and I was pretty nervous. My hip had been hurting for a long ...ime and I needed it fixed. I had forgotten that I had a physical therapy meeting later that day and had worn a thong to our first appointment. When I realized Michael was going to be my therapist, I was somewhat relieved since physical therapy can be somewhat intimate.I got changed in the bathroom and came out to do my initial assessment. . I was shocked to these couple action in front of me, she hold his hard cock and started rubbing.. While I was compelled to do my job of massaging her. I went ahead and started rubbing her private area between her beautiful thighs. It was clean shaven and wet.I started rubbing it and fingering it. She was really enjoying it by moving up her pussy and supporting my fingering into her. I was messaging her vagina, her clitoris and the inner wall she was close to her orgasm. Her moan and actions are. He tried to slip his hand over my boob and under the bra, but it was so cramped that he could not really do anything remotely stimulating. That bra was built to hold them tight and keep them safe–it was not easily breached.“Jeez Louise, Carol, are they locked in there?”I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry Robbie, I’m sorry! But you have to admit that is funny.”By then he had started to chuckle. “You’re right. It is kind of funny. But holy cow... and I have this steering wheel in my way also. Can we. ”“So what are you doing now?” Mark asked.“Drifting around and doing nothing,” Dexter answered.Mark said, “I still hear from your wife on occasion. She wants to know how to get in touch with you.”“Fuck her,” Dexter replied.“You might think about talking to her,” Mark said.Dexter said, “What in the hell for? She texted me that she wanted a divorce. I file for one and she changes her mind. What in the hell kind of crap is that?”“I think that might be the reason you need to talk to her,” Mark.