I applied lotion and rubbed and massaged her shoulders, neck, and back and down to her butt. I kissed the nape of her neck and met no resistance. I ge...tly turned her over. Her breasts were fuller than I had supposed and showed very dark large areolas and prominent nipples. OMG, I yearned to suck them badly. I continued to massage her face, breasts, and belly. I asked if she could remove her jeans so that I could massage her legs, and at first she said no. I shrugged and said ok. I massaged her. There’s something about this girl that scares me. I mean, sure: hot twenty-year-old, boring marriage- believe me, I get it. But there’s something else. She’s… dangerous. To us, I mean. She could turn everything upside down without even trying, and that scares me. I’m not sure I want my life upside down. And I’m not sure you do, either.“Charlotte,” I looked her in the eyes and tried to sound as calm and reassuring as I could. “It’s just a ride.”She didn’t reply; just hugged her knees to her. The odd thing though was this had started just as I was going into my own reverie thinking about my girlfriend and her boyfriend touching each other. It was just at that moment that I made the connection between what was going on against my leg and the man behind me. I was a little embarrassed but strangely flattered too. I was very conflicted in my emotions. I knew it was wrong but I had been filled with sexual thoughts and proud of my developing breasts and this attention from an older man. She wondered how many that had been today already. She had no time to ponder on it, for the doorbell went just then. She gathered up all the elegance she could and strode downstairs. It was a long evening. Peter's wife couldn't make it, she was pregnant with their fourth baby. He was a real family man, doted on them all, and that lucky bloody wofe of his. James and Lady Muck were on fine antagonistic form and it strained Rose's patience and her adherence to social etiquette to the absolute.