** That night I laid in bed with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, gnawing at me. I could not get the image of Jae out of my head. Her intox...cating scent of lilacs and vanilla lingered on the jacket she had lent me. It lay on a chair near my bed. “Am I crazy?” I groaned and got up. Alone in the dark I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the curves she had complimented. In just a pair of panties and a tank top I could see the smooth definition of my curves. To me it was nothing to. So despite being caught doing something wrong, I was also aware that Matron was very interested in what she saw. She is in her 50’s, her salt and pepper hair was still up in her usual severe bun, she wore a long terry tie-up dressing gown, slippers but the tell-tale signs were that her eyes were glued to our pussies not our faces, she was licking her top lip which also glistened with beads of sweat and I could see her nipples protruding through the thick fabric, tightening, the longer she stood. He tossed them over to me as they were extremely wet. My wife was enjoying her massage so much that she didn't even protest what he was doing. His hands now freely ran over her ass and inner thighs. He even ran his hand up in between her legs just enough that it barely grazed against her aroused pussy. She felt extremely relaxed and her body flinched every time his hand got close to her swollen pussy.Things were moving along in a favorable way and he now said to my wife, "I want you to turn. ’ ‘Well, candy is very important, after all,’ Gavin said. ‘What was your costume?’ ‘I was Wonder Woman,’ Nina told him. ‘What was your favorite costume as a kid?’ He hesitated. ‘I never went trick or treating as a kid. I think I didn’t dress up until my freshman year of college.’ ‘What? Really?’ Nina looked astonished and a little horrified. ‘Why not?’ ‘My grandmother was kind of…I don’t know,’ he said. ‘She was a kind woman but probably not your typical grandmother. I think she never got over.