She knew how to give a deep tissue massage and Mark could feel the aches begin to ease. The oil warmed on his skin and he began to relax and enjoy her... skilled hands. She made no moves to play with his ass or feel between his legs for something more. To some degree, Mark was a little disappointed at that, but he truly enjoyed the massage. Debbie was in no hurry, but she knew when to stop before the massage began to be irritating to his skin. She took a hand towel and wiped her hands, then. He was afraid to suggest anything at all to his Aunt Gina despite their history of kinky sex because she seemed a bit too fragile to him in her weakened condition.His newest interest was the mother-daughter combination on the third floor. The mom was a retired schoolteacher with a fetish of wearing the tightest skirts and highest heels in the entire building. Whenever he heard her feet clicking on the stairs, he got a good spot to look up her skirt and get a good peek at her always sexy. “Still exploring, I guess. I’m not going to try to be her dad, so it’s not really my business what she’s doing or who she’s with. She’s eighteen, so it really is her decision.”“You aren’t concerned about her?”“I am, but she’s an adult. And yes, I’ll give my kids this kind of freedom, though I’ll expect them to tell us where they are and when they’ll be home. But asking Abbie to do that would be like asking Leila or Katy.”“Even when they’re adults?”“If they’re living here, yes. But it should be. I mean like – your last day before majority. What did you do?"Aiden's pulse quickened. Surely he couldn't get in trouble for that. How would they even know? "I attended the ceremony. That's all." Bullshit. Everyone has some wild indulgence on their last day. Tell me yours."Was Jor mentally well? Perhaps there was some kind of gas seeping through the chamber, diluting his senses. If they were to have this conversation, it should be at a bar on a day's leave, not in such dire surroundings. But.