I thought she was sleeping, but even then I knew she must have felt the sexual tension. I was almost delirious with pleasure and excitement lying next...to an older woman who I thought was so sexy. As Shuba continued to breathe evenly, I began to move my finger absently across her nipple as if I was twitching in my sleep. I don’t think I imagined it but she paused a moment as I did and I sensed her breathing quicken. I moved very stealthily to put my hand under her maxi top and now held her bare. Cassandra opened her draw and extracted a compact box of tissues that she handed to Anne. She waited for her guest to regain some of her composure. ‘My husband spent his life trying to get her into a successful rehab programme, we sold our house, mortgaged our futures and devoted ourselves to helping her…but it was no good.’ ‘Have you got children?’ Anne asked. Cassandra shook her head. ‘I can’t say it’s something that’s on my horizon at the moment,’ Cassandra answered, feeling slightly stung. She:(Laughing) Oh Thanks, dear. And why don’t we have dinner together tonight?Me: Yeah sure Aunty.She:(With angry face) Don’t call me aunty. I am just 26. Call me Anju if you want.Me: OK Anju. See you tonight. Bye.I was so delighted that I am going to have a dinner with her. I went to my bathroom and masturbated thinking about her. I was waiting eagerly for the night.I had a nice shower. Wore a nice dress and put some erotic perfume and went outside. I bought some tulip flowers from outside and. ..John had prepared a bag with the tripod for the camera, a tiny towel, our plaid for later on, a zucchini and my short dress for 'emergencies' I had given him on the bottom...Our agreement is that only in case of danger (police when returning at the front door for example) John will give me the dress.I felt a bit nervous now as the time of being in our safe home was running out; but there it was what I had chosen for and I felt aroused in a way more or less, as I was as a c***d before we got.