Well, sir, life goes on for them."Shortly after the landing party had returned to their vessel for the evening the skies had brightened briefly despit... the arriving twilight; a breeze had sprung up to temporarily dissipate the smog that usually obscured the area from orbital view. Igwanda had joined the group meal and discussion period until full night had fallen, but then excused himself to contact Chavez on the Gardener from the communicator in his private compartment for a report on what. On all of these occasions it normally just ended up with a pleasant massage for my wife and the guys got to enjoy looking at her close up and massaging her all over.On a few occasions, I told one guy she had a sacro iliac problem and he suggested internal massage which ended up him spreading my wife's legs and inserting a number of fingers deep into her cunt.There also was another episode which i has shared in another story here where the masseur and I got to do more with her.This latest. Blonde. His favourite. She was prompt in her replies and things started off quite normal. General chat about life, but she did have three kids and was separated - but not divorced. Apparently, her husband had cheated on her and was now living out of town. She was tall (5'8) which he liked and would answer anything. There was no pretending to be offending or skirting around anything too personal.After a few days, Hanson asked her, "So what's your favourite part of a guy?"She replied, "Do you. And occasionally some of the guys would push my T-shirt up over my tits while others would pull away the cloth covering my cunt and some of the icy water would find its way onto bare tit flesh and pussy lips. Fortunately brave — and kind — souls would follow the ice water with hands in an endeavour to warm up my suddenly frozen boobs and cunt. With the souls of both my feet and my shoulders the only part of my body in contact with the table I arched my body as hands and fingers began to massage.