.instead, I just sat there, rooted to my chair,ashamed of myself for all that I had put them through, and afraid toshow them the person who I had beco...me. Good thing! Further down the street a gray sedan with two men in itcaught my eye. One of them seemed to be using binoculars, and even at adistance they looked awfully familiar...of course! Mutt and Jeff, theFBI agents who had pursued me from Chicago to Barcelona, were stakingout my father's funeral. Which could mean only one thing: they. It seems that we both had work starting at around 10:30AM and would be gone for most of the day. I told her I would be back in my room around 4 PM. As we finished I noticed my watch and saw it was well past 9:30AM. I said to myself, ‘I guess the flowers are going to her room. Oh well that’s the next best thing I guess. Maybe better. But, I would have loved to seen her face when they delivered them. Oh well, nice try V but it was late when you called!’ I asked, ‘So when do you think you’ll get. "You should just take the rest off, it will feel better" I suggested, and he then stood up and removed the rest of his clothing. As he sat down, I moved around a bit where I can now use both of my hands, stroking his cock, and massaging his balls in my other hand."Oh man, this feels good" he uttered. This went of for a bit, and I was ready for more. Now more comfortable with this guy who was a stranger a few hours before, I grabbed the towel which had been under him and started to wipe my hands. If consultants look like they are thinking about us, I offer them one, the females at least.I am good with my hands; they are large for my size. It is all friendly, for Suze: for me, it is different. Very different.She learns to like it. My hands relax her when I do thumb circles up and down her spine. I massage the connection of neck and shoulder. The soft spot behind the lower ear is her favorite, mine is her earlobes.Eventually, my hands travel to face rubs. They are not very sexy to most.