I looked around, since I noticed my sweet wife was out of sight. Lana giggled, saying that my wife had gone to the ladies’ room.An entertainer’s v...oice announced the next show: now we would meet “Annie, the killer legs’ blondie…”Lana laughed loud as we heard the introduction.My jaws then dropped, as I saw the “killer legs’ blondie” was my wife.Ana was there on stage, wearing now a short tartan skirt, a white blouse and white stockings, standing on sexy high heels. She looked like a perfect. Are they always that hard?”“Oh, they’re not that hard.” They were so hard they hurt, actually.Holding both of my hands with one of his he tweaked my nipples withhis free hand, and I almost died. It was like heaven feeling himtouch me there. I think I must have turned red in the face and gasped.He was breathing hard too.“Oh, god. Nobody ever touched me like that before,” I said.“I don’t believe it. I bet a few boys have felt them.”. They spoke about Danielle’s catering business and other travel interests, while getting friendlier and occasionally flirting. Roger, John and Cindy seemed to be more focused on the match, and Katie drifted in and out of the conversation, occasionally displaying signs of flirting as well. As the match ended and England had predictably been thrashed by Australia, Cyrus, Danielle and the others walked out of the bar. He had become pretty friendly with them over the course of the match, and they. .. Monica’s... Oh.That was why her voice was so familiar. My masseuse, now presumed to be one Monica Punzalan, walked behind me without a word. I was getting a massage from my ex’s sister. A fairly flirtatious massage, in fact.Did she know it was me?Probably not. She hadn’t said anything, she probably couldn’t recognize me from my back and ass, and we hadn’t seen each other in years, which was a shame. We had gotten along fairly well back when I had been dating Emily. And I had always found her.