So she said yeah but my husband is not in town and how will I massage myself. So I got some courage and I said aunty if you don’t mind I can massage...you?She stared at me and gave me a sexy smile and she went to kitchen and brought some oil and she asked me to come to bedroom. Hooo! I just got excited thought it was my day. I planned everything I went into the room she was already lying in the bed showing her back and I went behind her and slowly I poured some oil on her back and I kept my hand. Because of that African guy who had this kind of cult?" That's them," my wife replied. "So, the same young black guy we saw a lot over at Anna and her husbands place; the one who obviously fathered the baby; I think he's doing the same thing with Cheryl and Doug now." Seriously?" Oh yes," she replied, and there was still that curious note of agitation (or was it envy) in her voice as she related all this."Hmm," I said, feeling that same erotic reaction on hearing this as I'd often felt during. But that day I'd only met her father, who'd socked me back to the present with a stroke of his baseball bat.To avoid further embarrassment, the shopkeeper rolled her mother away. "I'm not done with you." She almost spat the words."What was that all about?" asked Maggie. "Did you steal something from her?"I'd taken her virginity and her clock, but paid for the latter. And hadn't stopped paying, with Mrs. Hendricks dead and Felice only in my memory. "No, there's a misunderstanding. I bought an. .. a little more."He was bent over 90 degrees at the waist. He felt the woman spread his legs as wide as the chain would allow...He was panting... he tensed his bum cheeks... and shook a little... the man gently put one hand on the back of his neck, stepped to his right and pulled his arms up behind him...The man then bent over close to his ear. As his wife raised the paddle...SMACK"MMMPHHHHHHHHH!" There, there Sweety... only nine more to go... this isn't personal... it just has to be done to.