I stepped over to the groom's registration table, flashing the young lady behind the table a brilliant smile as I told her my name."Lee? Mr Shaun Lee?... That would be me," I affirmed, the smile still plastered across my face."Thank you Mr Lee," she replied while handing me a carpark voucher. "Hope you enjoy yourself tonight." How she figured I had driven there, I would never know. Perhaps it was the neat Armani suit that fit me perfectly, or the big silver Tag Heuer on my wrist. Either way, it. As they move around, Emma can see how lovely they both look. Yes, their bodies are in their seventies and bat wing arms, somewhat sagging breasts, wrinkles are present, and both are a bit overweight with bellies, but they both are so beautiful. Especially watching them in the act of making love.Emma can’t pull herself away from watching. She is embarrassed about this but watching the care and love, which is obvious between them as they entwine is spellbinding. She just hopes they do not. He called off work the next day and packed a couple of suitcases and left. He was going to a friend's house until he could decide what to do. He called almost every day and came to see the kids about every third day. Whenever he came over, I went into another other room. I still loved the man. That's the way a lot of us women are. He would constantly ask to come back. He would say he learned a lesson and missed me and the kids.I started blaming myself for his cheating on me. My hormones were so. The massage bed was there and they hand indicated for me to get on, with touchy hands helping me. I asked if I should lie on my back or my tummy. I heard “ back” so lay on my back, naked for them to view. I realised that where this spa was in Colombo that not many white clientele came and that they never saw many naked white men. With the inspection sort of over they made obvious comments about my white naked body. I felt both proud and aroused showing off my naked white body to these two.