'Nothing wrong with that body, ' the adventurous athlete concluded returning to her pretty smiling face.Mildred felt her nipples tighten and that deep... yearning feeling between her legs as she rose and approached the teenaged Adonis."Is there anything I can help you with Missus Stern," Sid asked stealing her line.Mildred got suddenly weak in the knees.'Oh shit ... he can read my mind!' the absurd thought flashed and was gone."Pardon?" the fifty-five year old said, not because she didn't hear,. “Time to get up! You need to get up and get ready.”Marilyn rolled over and told me, “Go away.”“Come on, lazy bones, time to work out. You promised, remember?” I pushed her shoulder until she rolled over and swatted at me.My wife grumbled and opened her eyes. “You were serious? Do you know what time it is?”“It’s time to get up and go work out!” I pulled on her arm and got her to sitting upright.“We can’t leave Charlie here.”“We’ll take him with us. He’ll be fine! Come on, we’ll get him used to. Its capacity is a lowly 70,000 (I’m getting fickle), although it’s in the middle of the capacity ranking of all the stadiums. Not being a Colts fan, I didn’t know much about this place. However, when we arrived it was impressive due to its video screens all over the place. They were going to use them to give those farthest away a nice close-up of whoever is performing. The girls will likely go crazy hearing that, but I wasn’t going to tell anybody unless I was specifically asked.We were set up. The late afternoon sun was warm on her naked body. So were the hands of the nearly naked masseur she had booked from the spa for the massage. It was a warm night but she shivered with approaching ecstasy. In her fantasy her masseur was a strongly built tall man; she imagined he was from Italy or Argentina. She was spread-eagled on the massage bed, her legs thrown wide apart. His fingers were inside her vagina. Her clit was on fire. He was wearing only board-shorts. Then he was wearing.