I took her foot and held it to my nose breathing her scent and I licked her foot."You are going to get a chance for that later." She took her feet and...placed them back in her shoes. Shit she was killing me and she knew it. I was going to fuck the hell out of her!We arrived and dad was gone, once we got into her house I guided her to the big armchair and knelt on the floor. I buried my head under her skirt and pressed my face into her hose covered pussy, god she was soaked and it smelled great.. In fact both her holes were so. Except that her pussy was now exuding huge amount of gel-like fluid. I gave a good fingering for a while.She was turning red in her ears and nose…..her eyes closed tightly and mouth slightly open now.I took both my hands out, and turned her towards me. She took the cue and straightway grabbed my crotch. At once she jumped.. “Wow! U didn’t wear anything inside. Ha?”“It’s for you to discover”, I said her smiling.She went down. I never thought she would do it. "They're homicide aren't they? I know because one of them talked to me about the death of my parents." She was raising her voice obviously dreading the thought of what could be waiting for us. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" She was shouting now and worried as I was, concerned about what we would find at the house.I was starting to feel that it was time to try and calm Anne down.'Leave her be Winston, it's better this way. And at least she won't be acting, not like she was when she was told. She gets huge bonuses forhelping me do my job, and real satisfaction from it, as she constantlytells me. If she weren't a lesbian, she'd make a perfect wife.?And speaking of perfect wives, I thought I had had one for 20 years, butlast year Jennifer announced that she was giving herself a 20thanniversary present -- a divorce. I guess we had grown somewhat distant,and sex was pretty much routine, but I still loved her, if only in aplutonic way. Yes, I knew she was calculating and self-centered,.