But all attention was focussed on the trick-or-treating kid, whocouldn't have been more than 3 years old.8:00 was drawing near, and there were no more...trick-or-treaters in sight.I added my blush, contoured the outside corners of my eyes with deep redand blue shadow (red on one eye, blue on the other, of course), and usedliquid eyeliner to add batwings. I was definitely noticeable now, ifanybody looked.8:00 passed, my wife still engrossed in her game. I turned on Pandora,and tuned in a station. She had no need to get herself off with boys so easy to control, and once she started going out with Derek they fooled around and fucked each other whenever possible. She had forgotten how good it felt to stroke her pussy in the bath.Vikki kept herself clean shaven, she found guys were more willing to go down on her with no hair in the way and she did like to get eaten out, but it was also when she got wet she really got wet and she loved the feeling of hands sliding all over her pussy lips. I should not have allowed her to stay, now she would have to take up my profession, that of actor. She would be acting twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, but unlike me, she would not be paid nor would she have time away from the stage. Would that we could go back six days and change everything. Yet if we could do that, I would not experience the wonder of making love to this beautiful, challenging, funny and interesting woman.The telephone rescued me from introspection. It was John. Suddenly she heard his voice getting closer. She could see his arm moving for the door knob through the small, frosted glass window. It was too late. No time to run. Taking a deep breath in she tried to collect her senses. The knob started to turn and the door swung open. Bright light flooded in, forcing her to squint momentarily. And as her eyes adjusted she saw him standing in front of her. His hand reaching out and took a hold of hers, guiding her to the forward. Lights hung from the ceiling.