Elizabethan clothing certainly showed off her waist and beasts.The weather had been gorgeous over the past week or more and Angie standing in her outf...t looked fantastic.“God it’s really hot in all these petticoats,” she commented as we picked food from the buffet.“You look like you’re wilting, your certainly look hot,” I replied, “But then so do most of the woman.”We’d commandeered a small table to one side and sat. We started to eat and watch the other guests as they too were eating, chatting. I was vacuuming this high level office when my eye was caught by a piece of paper under the large table. On it were the details of a Take Over of a small engineering firm, to be announced in the Press this Friday. I raided what was left of my grant and bought as many shares in that company as I could; the price tripled over night. Of course events like that wouldn't ever fall into my lap again, unless I gave them a little push.One of the cleaning company duties was to destroy the 'Confidential. Annabelle Tucker, Lisa's mother ... my own mother-in-law, was in Molly Malts, holding hands with Stewart Kimble, Amber's father. There was little doubt as to the meaning of this, naturally. Whether or not there was complete physical intimacy, Stewart and Annabelle were having an affair. It was she who first turned her head and realized that they had been caught, giving us a "deer in the headlights look," of course. Stewart followed suit and became visibly pale, obviously worried about the. I did. We rubbed our clits and pressed them against each other for minutes, as her sweaty tits slid back and forth across mine. After I dont know how long, she collapsed on me, and we hugged each other tightly for several more minutes. Finally, she lifted herself off of me, and I could see that she was also crying, but her face was beautiful with contentment. Oh, Aunt Jen. I cant tell you how good that was. I cant tell you how much that meant. I have dreamed about that for so long. First of.