I love to dry her off, to feel the weight of her breasts in my hands when I dry them with the towel and how hard her nipples will get just after a sho...wer. Drying each other off always rekindles the feelings and I was beginning to grow harder when we both were almost dry. We moved over to the day bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt before her so that we would be eye to eye. We leaned to each other and began more deep passionate kissing. We opened our mouths to each other tasting each. It was an aging and cobweb-blighted place, tied to the mysterious Halloween tradition so firmly that the night and the place were practically the same thing, and in fact both went back to the town’s founding.Every other night of the year it was abandoned except for an evil-tongued caretaker who tended the grounds and composed ever more colorful and startling obscenities to shout at those kids brave enough and curious enough to venture near. Trying to sneak into the house on the hill (on any day. "I laughed. "I remember." I got a playful swat from Louise. "You lookedgreat in that costume." I put on the article she handed to me. And theeffect was as she predicted. I now had a derriere of a girl my age.Louise smiled. I removed the Kimono as directed by Louise."Now for your first bra." She grinned. "I have one that matches the pantybrief. It's a padded bra. And once we fit the fillers you'll look likeyou've breasts of your own." She helped me put it on. Adjusting thestraps slightly and. Tight black slacks accented by a blue low cut silk top which reveled just enough cleavage to keep one guessing about how much more of those wonderful tits lay covered under the silk. A sideward glance revealed the outline of a black bra that pushed up her breasts, the breasts that Gretchen had fondled and kissed many times before. For years Gretchen’s tongue had pleasured dozens of women; some for a one night stands and others like Alma, for a more solid and longer lasting relationship. Few.