Tim's ute is not there so I guess he's at work. It was either a Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday in the first week of Feb." "What does he do again?" I ...asked. She had told me but I couldn't remember. "He's a plumber. Tim Blacklock Plumbing." she looked at me with a kind of pity in her eyes, "You met him at the Christmas party remember. He was dressed as Zorro." I closed my eyes pretending to visualize. I knew exactly who he was. 'Lucky bastardo' is what I had called him. To be married to. No struggling from him though: he meekly went along with our eccentric healing methods, knowing fully well that not even the most liberal and progressive medical aid society would approve.But what the hell, our combined antics were entirely successful. I released him from the harness and pronounced him healthy once more. He went up to the side and started to get out of the pool. Suddenly he blushed like a teenie caught putting hand to him and submerged himself once more. Apparently, he had. I got some tokens and went in the booth area and it was full of older guys a lot older then me. i walked around a bit looking before i found a booth. most of them had people in them or were dirty. i sat down in the booth and put in the tokens and the lights dimmed down and i forgot to close the curtain before this stranger came in and sat down next to me. he was a white older man and little fat. he put his hands on my legs first then he grabbed one of my hands and put it on his crotch. i could. During this time out, Shirley once again had Paul’s penis in hand but Shirley turned on her side so she could suck on Louise’s nipples and fondle her pussy at the same time. After about four minutes, Shirley enthusiastically announced, “The Zambony has cleaned the ice and it is time to play more hockey.” Paul and Louise told her that there was still six minutes in the cool down because she was too hot. Shirley took advantage of the time to roll over on the other side and take Paul’s cock into.