Eventually one of the spa girls appeared and asked us to follow her to our treatment room. She opened the door, and said “there’s you bucket of mu...d therapy, I’ll be back in 45 minutes when you’ve finished,” and closed the door behind her as she left. We were in what can only be a described as being like a tropical cave, with a mists and fine rain showers in the fully tiled main area with seating for about 8 people, and a separate shower area for two. “Now what happens?” asked Marina. “We get. Marc leant down and slid the pants down my legs.I became aware of the camera clicking furiously as Marc, again, Laid on top of me for another bum-feeling, cock-grinding session. I pulled his bum cheeks apart as we snogged. I knew my cock, smaller than my mates, was leaking like crazy. I felt the heat from his crack as my forefinger reached in and gently stroked his hole. I thought I was gonna cum but managed to hold back.“Stop now” instructed Brian. We both looked up. Brian put the camera down.. ’ I felt I had moved a long way from Dorothy. Edna passed away recently. Her funeral had a remarkable turnout of elderly men.If Edna was something of a one-off, so too, in an entirely different way, was Connie. Terrified of what her neighbours might think, she was only an occasional caller, always wanting to know if I could visit at short notice. The reason was that she had seen the occupants from either side of her little terraced house leave the street. ‘It’s safe if you come now,’ she would. " At seven o'clock, I arrived at Carla's place driving my classic 1967 Cream Chevy Camaro RS convertible. When Carla answered the door, we began to laugh about being dressed by Johnny Cash. Both of us had on all black. However, her silk blouse with a hint of cleavage and tight slacks was a better picture than me. Her silver hair with a silver necklace topped off the outfit. As we went out to the car, Carla hit me another car question. "How old is this car? I think that I am back in high.