So I pull her jogging shoes off and massage her little feet for a while. My eyes follow up her trim legs to their intimate meeting point, where the s...urdy zipper starts its steep climb over her bulging sex. My brain worries about the colour of her underwear, if underwear at all - and my fingers tremble. A disturbing feeling of guilt befalls me as I carefully pop open the brass button on her jeans - my gaze constantly on her face. How would I explain myself if she wakes up in this very. .. must be getting old."She touched the side of my face, knowing full well that wasn't all, but she let it go.I looked at her. I still held the letter."Maybe Jessica and I should burn this letter together." I think that would be appropriate." Matt..." Is there something more Carolyn?" Wondering if she wanted to talk about us."What now?" You mean "what now" about Jessica?" No Matt ... I know the answer to that. I see how she looks at you and you at her. It's only a matter of getting the preacher. " Such as?" Food, wine, music, great literature." I've not heard much music," I replied."You're in for a treat. There is a concert next week in the great hall. I shall obtain some tickets, so be prepared to be astounded." I'll look forward to it."Nella joined us at the table. My eyes lit up when her breasts were once more on display. It was hard to focus on conversation with them waving in my face; I was almost tempted to ask her to cover them up. Almost.What I would have really loved was to. Tina was here name and she was busy enough. When it was my turn to dance the DJ called me up by Robin and used my last name again Mrs.C . The names were up on the sign out front and on the stage! I asked them to remove them but the manager said he had orders from Sammy to use those names. I found out that I was being marketed as Mrs. C**** and it was too late to change. I felt a little sick but went on anyway. I did my best to show off and even tried to do a floor show like at the club where.