I asked her to turn around so I could see her ass, she readily obliged and I could see she was enjoying the attention. Her panties were still slightly...up the crack and I asked her to bend over slightly so I could get a better look.I told her she had a lovely ass and I reached forward to pull them tighter up the crack, she didn’t seem to mind. She then told me that earlier when on the ladder it felt really good when my nose touched her, “Really? Would you like me to do it again?” “Yes” came the. After that, I took Jane to dinner. We had sushi and then caught a movie together. It was a nice date and we had the theater to ourselves since it was a Monday night. She took the opportunity to climb into my lap and curl up there while we watched the movie as if we were sitting on the sofa at home. Neither of us watched much of the movie although we avoided doing anything that might get us kicked out if the staff caught us.Jane wasn’t really in the mood for heavy sex that night, pointing out. The haunted house was a big old rambling farmhouse that now belonged to one of the farmers after his aged grandfather and grandmother had died years ago. The farmer and his buddies had built in trapdoors and false walls. In daylight, most of this would be evident, but in the dark with flickering lighting barely sufficient to see by, and with props, "spider webs," and other things to distract, no one noticed. Well, no one but Jeff. His night vision and phenomenal hearing revealed everything, but. Paula took in a quick breath, tensed slightly, flexed her hip and then stretched out as if to ask Isabella to continue, she did. Isabella gently kissed the crease between her leg and abs, pausing with each kiss until she was hovering directly above Paula’s visibly wet pussy. Isabella carefully raised herself from the bed slightly, and putting a little pressure on the inside of Paula’s leg she hoped she could persuade her to spread them.Paula was being overcome by this erotic light that had been.