Will walked up to me, taking the corsage. As he leaned in to pin the corsage on, he told me that I looked beautiful, like an erotic princess. I didn�...t know what to say as he went to put the pin through my dress. He slid four fingers of one of his hands under the material, to prevent the pin from peircing my skin. It was an innocent enough touch on my right breast, but it was enough for me to suck in my breath. As I inhaled, my breasts pushed higher, and harder against his fingers. I inhaled. She bent over the machines to throw in the separated laundry and add soap. Mark could see her breasts hanging down freely, barely held by her middy t-shirt and he got a great view of the sweat material cupping her tender buttocks. Unable to control himself, he reached out cupping her cheeks in his hands. She smiled over her shoulder, pouring soap and wiggling her can at the same time.“Can’t you wait til we get back to the apartment?”“Not really,” he replied hiding, his now rising pants against. . I imagined that old, perverted bastard, wanking in the toilet of the welness center, minutes after massaging my wifes ass. Those feeling turned into a glorious round of sex, lasting, almost all night.After that, since I have a pervert mind, I told her, what her masseus is going to do next. I told her, that, but the 5th session, he will start focusing on her lower area, and that he will "accidentaly" start touching her pussy.So, it happened. Two days after that, she came back, all shocked.. “But why are you telling us this?” “Because today is September twenty-second!” His three companions looked at him blankly. “The Autumnal Equinox? Jesus, how thick can you be? We should do something special… a big feast or something.” “As long as there’s wine, I’m in.” Jane slumped back in her seat. “Exciting stuff, Pat. Really.” Brady reached for the volume control, shaking his head at his friend’s reflection. “Balance… dark, light… got it.” “Okay, screw it.” Patrick balled up his sweatshirt.