"I don't have a boyfriend," she said."Well call whoever and tell them you might be a little late then," I said."We should have been back by seven," sh... said, accusingly."I can't help it if our progress was interrupted by a truckload of chickens," I complained."We should have crossed a major road by now." I know that!" I snapped.I stopped before going under the overpass. There was no on ramp. The road we were on kept going west. There was one of those confidence signs up at the end of the. This one scented even better. Maybe this was for ladies massage only. I sat on the sofa, all naked, watching my buxom wife get massaged by a stranger.He slowly started his work. Massaging her foot, ankle and gradually her thighs. Mansi was silent and had her eyes closed. David kept massaging her thighs and legs for 10-12 minutes. This is longer than what he did on me. While massaging he looked at me and said,” Sir, do you mind if I remove my lungi and T-shirt? It’s getting too oily and it will. ”“I think I will just go.”“No come with me now.” Kristin’s mother then grabbed mike by his dick and pulled roughly leading him to the living room. She then let go of his dick and shoved him to the floor. Being treated like this caught mike by such a surprise he could not resist.“You know what you did in there is rape right. She is underage.”“She was the one that came on to me.””I don’t care bitch you are suppose to be the grown-up.”“I tried but she was so cutie in her uniform.”“No reason. If. Their jobs and life in general had conspired with the miles that separated them to keep them apart.He followed her to the kitchen, where the two of them sat at the table and talked for a while before she got up and began to take out dishes and cutlery to set the table with. At that point he joined her to help, and only a couple of minutes later they were seated to enjoy a meal of lasagna and a salad that she had made after getting off work. The lasagna had been made the night before, and only.