I stood, stepped toward her. "Yes." I said, then pulled her to me and kissed her.I was expecting a slap, or a push away, but she seemed to melt in my ...rms and our hot breath and wet tongues mingled in the warmth of the kitchen. My hands were running up and down her back, over her buttocks. Squeezing them and kneading them together and apart. My hand worked the hem of dress up, so that my hands could grab her naked arse cheeks.Her hands ran over the front of my trousers. Feeling my bulging cock,. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I stared at him with my mouth open, at his power. He put his mouth against mine, sucked my lips and roughly thrust his tongue into my mouth. I too kissed him lustfully. My father-in-law gradually increased the speed and power of his strokes into my vagina. He became violent in his thrusts. My body was being flung about, up and down on the mattress. I groaned at the onslaught of his penis in my vagina. I hugged him tightly to keep rhythm with his. ' It was an upscale restaurant that had an intimate atmosphere and catered to an older clientele.They took their time as they enjoyed being together. They ordered a drink first, and when it came they asked for more time to look over the menu. When they placed their order they told Nina, their waitress, they were in no hurry. They lingered over a second cup of coffee and an after dinner drink before they were ready to leave.During dinner, they talked about many things, from politics, to. It’s possible he was murdered and thrown off that cliff. Why?” “I don’t know. Maybe he was in the way,” she said. “Right, but in whose way? I think I need to get into the Beckwith mansion and look around.” Call the Grand Velas and make sure Alan is staying there. Once that is confirmed we can tell Beckey any time and wash our hands of this case, but I’m not quite ready to do that yet.” I went into my office and called Beckey and asked if she could meet me for dinner that night..