" Except poor Weaver," Mercedes responded. Almost too soft for me to hear, "You'll fix that soon."I don't think Mercedes intended me to hear the last ...art of her comment. "People just don't realize how sensitive my hearing is apparently."We lounged by the pond, played card games, ate meals and talked about what we had done since my last visit. Derwen's house staff would bring my children out from time to time as their mother requested. Mercedes fed our girls and sent them into the manor for a. I looked for somebody I knew to have a chat with.There was a woman there that I had not met before. She inquired where I had been all evening after I introduced myself.It turned out she was employed by a company that uses our software. Her name was Jan and there was no apparent evidence of her husband. I gathered she was married as she wore rings.My job is to complete the training in the company installing our product and then oversee the introduction of the systems and ensure that everybody. Minutes passed before realisation hit him: It’s over – the waiting is over. Despite it making no sense, it was the only explanation – the woman who pushed passed him, ignoring him. She was the dead man’s Wife… his Wife! He thought he’d been at the Funeral of his Foster Brother – but he hadn’t… it was his own! People had talked about the accident on the approach from the cars to the graveside, he’d overheard them but had paid them little attention, but now, thinking about it, he couldn’t. I moaned quietly, my lips still pressed against yours. You started a trail of kisses down my neck, licking and sucking every so often. One of your arms was wrapped around my waist, your hand settled on my hip, while the other slid underneath my dress and started to rub my pussy. You moaned when you realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. “No panties, huh?” you whispered, your fingers grazing my clit and sliding back down my wet pussy lips. “Someone’s being awfully naughty today.” I stifled a.