She grabbed my hand and placed it on her knee. "So your mother was telling me about your little charade last night," she began. "Don't just sit there ...tud, roam."My confidence, despite the surreal situation, began to grow and I slowly moved my hand up her leg. Her hand roamed too, landing directly on my cock. "Hmmm, nice. Your mother was not exaggerating."I let out an incontrollable moan. Trying to replicate her aggressiveness, I reached her pantyhose covered crotch. She explained, "Sorry, if I. It only took two days, and she was at my door in her widow's weeds, heavily veiled and, much to my pleasure, begging for help. "He won't let me stay, won't let me take anything, not even my jewelry."I led her to the library, sat her down and poured her some single malt. "I will see to it, my dear."She gave me a tiny smile."Have you buried him?"She nodded. "I thought you might be there."I shook my head. "He owes me a great deal, several thousand. Will his brother pay?" I think so. He was already. Would diddums like that?"Jason nodded, unable to speak."There there. Now first I'll put your clothes over here out of the way."Margaret arose to the swishing of taffeta and nylon, smoothing her skirtover the satin-lined rear of her corselette as Jason watched her disposeof his clothes in a black bin liner and then into a cupboard. She bentover deliberately, her heels gleaming, her seams prominent and theruffle at the bottom of her skirt swirling and rustling as she placedthe bin liner in her. "Sam stop.. when I am not dizzy you can do that." Sorry. Force of habit."She replied as she read every vital that she could muster."Slight tension in your thighs, calves and forearms. Once again, I recommend stretching out and eating a meal before getting back into that suit. Consider it an order."She said with a snarky tone."Come on Sam, you know just as well as I do, that no order can come from you. The thought it is awfully cute that you seem keen on trying, over... and over.... and over."He.