Abby hadn't really been herself this week, or at least she hadn't been the relaxed and playful Abby I'd come to know the last month. She was quieter, ...more distant. "You alright, Abby?"She turned to look at me. "Yeah." She obviously wasn't, but I wasn't going to pry right now. She put her brush down, clicked off the light and laid down on her back beside me. Our lips came together in a kiss, and I caressed her belly. As our kissing became deeper, I slid my hand up under her shirt to her breast.. Almost in unison they knocked at the respective doors and voices from withing bid them enter. Jason opened the door to the sight of a small room lined with bookshelves filled with books,there was one widow made of stained glass,he could just make out shadows from outside.In one corner of the room was a large,ornate table and a an almost throne like chair behind it,but it was to the figure sitting on another ornate chair in the centre of the room wearing a long,black woolen habit with the hood. "eheemmm... excuse me.... Time for your massage... please follow me..." She literally starred at me with my dick hanging down semi-hard.... She handed me my robe and i followed her.... I was super hot, and steamy. I got on to the bed and she removed my robe and placed all required towels and necessities. As soon as she started, i knew i was in for it!!! It wasn't anything like my previous massages... she was very sensual.... She rubbed the oil all around and started right at my thighs..... For the third time I tried, but I was losing hardness. I kept thinking about her statement to me not even ten minutes ago about how I satisfied her sexually. Her dry pussy offered a different, more realistic point of view. Soon nothing was left but a three inch soft cock overlooking this wonderful ample ass and shared pussy. “Why don’t you just jack off, “My wife suggested, rolling over and sitting up in front of me. She took my softness in her hand while leaning down placing the tip.