I imagined that old, perverted bastard, wanking in the toilet of the welness center, minutes after massaging my wifes ass. Those feeling turned into a... glorious round of sex, lasting, almost all night.After that, since I have a pervert mind, I told her, what her masseus is going to do next. I told her, that, but the 5th session, he will start focusing on her lower area, and that he will "accidentaly" start touching her pussy.So, it happened. Two days after that, she came back, all shocked. Not. Hisfingers started tugging at my nipples, making them hardand erect.“Drop your pants,” I say.He hesitates for a moment, but I look into his eyes. Hemoves his hands from my breasts and down to his waist.He slowly finished loosening the belt then unbuttonedhis pants.“I don’t…” he began.“Just do it!”So he unzips his pants, removes his shoes, socks andfinally removes the pants, leaving his underwear on.I roll my eyes.He removes the underwear as I. Cindy thought it was a bit over the top because just moving around and posing would make them sweat and the sheen of a light coating of perspiration was more inspiring than the butter or oil that just make them look like greased pigs ready to be spitted over a fire. Still, she didn’t object when Josie started at her toes and worked her way up every square inch of her body right up to the edge of her scalp. Her delicate fingers kneaded her skin like she was being prepared to be eaten as a. We walked over to the pavilion as a group. Kim walked beside me with her arm through mine. The pavilion was a decent sized area. It consisted of several concrete slabs under a peaked roof held up by four by four posts. The end closest to us as we walked up, held the DJ booth. A large section in front of the booth was cleared for a dance floor. Then there was a line of folding tables set up from one end to the other with a walkway between them. These tables held the food, plates and utensils..