After lots of touching and kissing we all decide to move into another room. Christian the black bloke, says that his wife is in the gloryhole room and...that we should go join her. We make our way into the room it's very dark and quiet, with 7 holes in the wall as far as I can see. Christian finds his wife and brings her over, she is a very beautiful tall lady, her pert breasts on show in a very sexy basque. Sara immediately starts to kiss her and lick her nipples which respond to her touch. I. I knew they had a key under the mat. Everyone does. I smiled as I walked into the house. I then walked out to the back yard. I open the side gate. I then walked to my truck. I pulled out two saw horse and some wood. I then set everything up in the back yard. I returned to my truck to get a saw and my tool belt.I was wearing a white wife beater and the same tan cargo shorts from yesterday. I had my work boots on and a red band danna in my back pocket. I took out my metal tape measure. I went. As we were riding Rohan told me that we can go to his room as his flat was near than mine so that I can take rest till the rain stops. Even in the heavy rains I told his yes. We reached his flat and entered. There were already his friends who were mine friends as well now. So Rohan explained the situation and sat on the sofa. He gave me a towel and I Started drying my hairs. But my top was wet and my inner was visible clearly and all started to enjoy watching me. An hour passed but rain didn’t. I wanted, needed, and couldn't get.For a year or so hookers and masturbation saw to the physical aspect, but prostitutes and hand jobs couldn't take care of the emotional part. Fortunately I was able to sink my excess energy into my business and in the end my business was my salvation. Barb had been with me for thirty years and she was calling it quits. At sixty-two she had decided that all she really wanted to do was spend the rest of her life spoiling her grandchildren. She agreed to stay.