Ben appeared ill at ease with the situation. My wife noticed this too. "You look tense. I think you need a massage," she blurted out as she stood behi...d Ben. Without hesitation, she moved behind him and began massaging his broad shoulders with her magical fingers. For the first time, I saw a bulge begin to rise in his jeans. "Ben, you may be failing English Literature, but you're not stupid. We all have our weaknesses," my wife continued. "My husband for example, is a good man but he simply. It seemed to say, This is my place, and you're nothing here.The bathroom was empty, also. So was the guest room.There was only one place left to look. Fred's old bedroom-the one he'd occupied as a boy.I'd seen that bedroom before. His mother had kept it maintained like a shrine, carefully preserving its adolescent ambience as though she fully expected Fred to someday return to his senses and decide to be fifteen again.The room's reminder of my husband's neurotic tic to his mother was something. I made my way to the kitchenette where mom hand breakfast waiting, scrambled eggwhites and toast. I piled the eggs between to slices of toast and was out the door. "Hey didn't see you at all Sunday." Natalie said from inside her apartment." I walked over and looked inside. "Oh yeah I...um wasn't feeling well yesterday." "Oh poor baby." she said with a smile. "I was gonna give you this on your birthday but I had to work." she said handing me a box with a red bow on it. "You didn't have to..." "I. The swollen knot stuck well into her ass. She wiggled her ass and then must have felt his knot as it spread her ass ring wide. Oh my god she said as she suddenly realised what had happened. She looked around the room, suddenly scared of getting caught in the act. Having seen that nobody could see her she seemed to relax and let nature take its course. As Bruiser turned away from her, still knotted, she slipped her right hand between her legs and started to lay with herself, slowly rubbing her.